The first time I laid eyes on him, I knew I wasn't going to like him.
He was odd — eccentric, with a frivolous demeanor that seemed to clash with the gravitas expected in the royal court.
An outsider from another world, chosen by Her Majesty as her consort, of all people.
He spent his days preoccupied with strange hobbies, things like collecting bugs, watching anime on the peculiar devices he'd somehow brought with him.
The very sight of him made me feel distant from Elowen, even more than I already did after she'd ascended the throne.
I couldn't understand it, and that frustrated me to no end.
What did she see in him?
His carefree, infuriatingly relaxed nature?
His odd interests?
He certainly wasn't like the other candidates for her hand.
He had no military accomplishments, no significant political influence, nor the kind of charisma that would usually win people over.
