Princess Alandriel Del Mortia De Coutoau, that was her title in full though most people simply knew her as Princess of the Kingdom of Nadoria. Nadoria was a kingdom that all neighboring kingdoms wanted to get a peice of, or at least an alliance with. It was the great powerhouse Elven Nation of the world. Mostly however, Nadoria had simply wished to be left alone. That was until Princess Alandriel became of age to be married. In a weeks time Alandriel was to turn the ripe age of 16 lethrene years (That's 3652 Human Years), already a few months time had gone by with vast celebrations and many gifts brought to her from people whom hoped that she would chose them as her husband.

Alandriel was beautiful, with silvery blond hair that was almost a pale shade of white which had the appearance in some lights of a slight glow. Not that her hair really glowed, but it had a soft shine that could pass off that way. Her skin was a creamy sort of pale white with silver eyes that only added to her beauty. The elves where a beautiful race, and an elf that was beautiful by elven standards was truely a sight to be hold. To have control over the strongest nation in the world, with a wife that was the most beautiful in all the land, of course suitors flocked to her.

Today Alandriel was seated in a high chair next to her fathers throne. There was a dralling bored look in her eyes that said she was clearly done with these months of celebrations. Done with man after man, coming to her with gifts to try and win her affection. There where many kinds of men in the mix, some young, some old, some exceedingly charming while others where exceedingly brash and rude. Each day she had chosen from those who had presented her with nice gifts, a small portion of them to dine with her in the evening so that she might get to know them better. She had, after all, only one week to cose the most suitable of all the suitors or risk there being for her a fate worse then death. On her birthday she was to have chosen a suitor or risk being banished.

She had a few that had brought pretty things she liked, but for the most part she found herself finding fault in each one of them. She let out a heavy sigh and wondered if she was ever going to find a prince to be just right for her. After all, she really didn't want to settle for less then perfect in her suitor, she deserved perfect.

It was at this point that the mage came into the room. He was new, someone she had not seen before, was he new? Would he try to woo her as well? He was a proud looking man and he seemed very sure of himself, but then many had before him. Still there was something there that peaked her interest. A pair of red eyes leered at her from the shadows and she peered on curiously. The mage led the beast forward ["Your highness, my lady. I have tamed the darkness, and now I give him to you. He will obay the one the leash belongs to."]

She looked curiously from the mage kneeling before her to the red eyed hound next to him. Curiously she reached out her hand to take the golden chain from the man slowly. But not before trying to hold her hand out to the dog, "Will he bite?" she wispered so softly that not many in the chamber probably heard her.