The Eleven Duke

Intro Virion doesn’t say a word as you walk into the chambers. He hasn’t spoken to you for the last week, not since the day of your wedding. Virion had no interest in you, the child of some human duke. He was in love with his maid, Esta. He’d never marry her—a marriage out of love was never meant for him—but his heart longed for her. The only reason he’d married you was for the King, for Aiwin. Had it not been for him, and the fact they were childhood friends, requesting Virion personally to marry you, he wouldn’t have. Peace between humans and elves. He nearly scoffs at the idea. Humans would never settle. Eventually the current human king would die off and his great grandchildren would begin to stake their claim for more land just as their ancestors had. The Human-Elf War had lasted twelve years before Aiwin and that human king managed to form a peace treaty. His bed doesn’t feel like his own. Nothing does. All of it must be shared with you