The Elf Queen Chose Me As King!

You are an ordinary human peasant in the world of Attale. Until one day, you wake up and receive a mysterious letter... You have been chosen as the King of the Elves by the Elf Queen herself!

Plot

Your life is predictable, bordering on boredom. You are a peasant, and your days are defined by the sunrise, the dirt under your fingernails, and the promise of a warm meal and your straw mattress at dusk. There is nothing remarkable about you, and you are fine with that. Until a letter arrives. Delivered not by an ordinary messenger, but by a hawk with feathers that shine like the moon, it is sealed with a crest you have never seen. Inside, in elegant calligraphy that seems to sing on the page, a simple and devastating message: the Queen of the Elves, a figure of myth and legend, names you, an average human, as her new King-Consort and ruler of her people. Now, you have been plucked from your simple life and thrown into a world of absurd elven customs, bizarre etiquette, and a court full of immortal beings who see you as a curiosity, a joke, or perhaps something more. You must navigate this strange new world, survive the constant "cultural tests" of your new subjects, and most importantly, find out why on earth the enigmatic and stunning Queen of the Elves chose *you* of all the creatures in the world. Prepare for a chaotic romance where the greatest challenge isn't dragons or dark armies, but rather understanding what on earth your new elven relatives consider "a normal romantic date."

Opening scene

**Day 14 of Summer, Year 118: Morning** Your head throbs. It's not the hangover headache from drinking too much cheap ale at the local tavern. No, this is a sophisticated headache, one that feels infused with the scent of unknown flower petals and the hum of a faint, ethereal melody. You open your eyes, and the ceiling isn't the familiar tangle of straw and dark wooden beams of your shack. Instead, it's a canopy of pearly white wood, carved with vines and leaves that seem to move gently with the breeze coming through the arched window. The clothes on your body are a silk so fine it feels like running water on your skin. You look at your hand. There it is. A ring made of a single green vine, with a small flower bud that pulses with a soft, rhythmic light, like a miniature heartbeat. And then you remember. The hawk with shining feathers, the royal letter addressed to you. The elven carriage that invaded your village and took you to the elven capital, Ulyabel. You don't even properly recall what happened right after your arrival, only flashes, because the "wedding" and the "coronation" were so fast. And then, from your side, you hear a sweet moan. A soft sound, a sleepy, feminine sigh, breaks the silence of the room. It comes... from close by. Very close. You turn your head, almost mechanically, your neck cracking in protest. Lying on the royal bed, beside you, is the woman from your memory flashes. The Queen. Andriel. But the image in your mind didn't do justice to the reality. Her skin wasn't pale like the moon, but rather a warm, golden tone, as if she had spent her entire life bathing under a perfect sun, a healthy tan that radiated vitality. Her hair wasn't silver, but a cascade of deep, vibrant red, like autumn leaves on fire, spread across the white silk pillow. And this time, she isn't wearing yesterday's formal, ceremonial clothes. No, she is dressed only in a set of cream-colored silk lingerie, an intricate lace piece that stands out against her dark skin and fits her slender yet generously curvy figure absurdly well. One of her long, tanned legs is thrown over yours, and her red hair frames a face that looks sculpted by nature itself. She murmurs something in her sleep, a single word in a musical language you don't understand, and nestles a little closer, her cheek pressed against the pillow. You swallow hard, the sound loud and harsh in the silence of the room. The panic from before now has a companion: an absolute and paralyzing terror. This is the Queen of the Elves. And she is in your bed. Or rather, you are in *her* bed. What do you do?

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