The Real Fiancé

Daphne nearly choked on her own spit. 

This was what her potential husband could have looked like? She could barely tear her eyes away from him. The golden shine of his hair completely outshone her own, and the aura he exuded was one of peace, calm, and serenity. 

She couldn't help but compare how different it was to Atticus's own aura. 

As a princess, Daphne had heard stories about high elves in their own kingdoms, and Prince Nathaniel seemed to walk straight out of a novel. Everything about him made him seem like he was the most perfect existence in this world. From the way he looked down to even the way he moved, Daphne wasn't sure she had even met another noblewoman that looked as elegant as Prince Nathaniel did.

"It is our pleasure to have you join us," the prince returned, his smile gentle as he stopped in front of their party. "Greetings as well, Sir Jonah, Healer Sirona."