What could have brought an elven princess and an artifact blacksmith together? They were born in different worlds and were not supposed to meet, but by the will of fate they ended up in prison together, captured by the evil wizard Araks. How will their story turn out?
No light penetrated the prison cells, only when they came to be fed, the room was framed by the barely visible light from the guard's lantern. There was no one in the cells except the two of them and the rats. The man was sitting in the cell across from her, and she didn't even know what he looked like, but she was grateful to him. When she fell into Arx's trap and was thrown into this dungeon, he was the one who was able to calm her down and give her mental strength.
Since there wasn't much to do in the cells, they talked for days on end. About everything. He told her about his adventures, about monsters and distant lands. And about the wonderful artifacts that he sat down to create.
She also told him about her people, about her family, about the kingdom that was supposed to be hers and which she rejected, about the mother who was not dear to her, and about the life of an Adventurer whom she chose herself.
"Should I call you Your Majesty, or is that enough of Your Grace??" asked Garrett jokingly. "Don't be silly," the princess chuckled. "I'm Ella, just Ella, if you want. I'm not a princess anymore, and I'm not the heir to the throne." "Well, just because you ran away from the castle doesn't mean you're not an heiress," Garrett said reasonably and fell silent. "In the castle," the elf suddenly said. "They called me White Elven Wine. I don't know why. Probably because of the skin color." "The nickname of a real Aristocrat," Garrett chuckled. They had been sitting in obscurity for a week, with only a silent guard visiting them during lunch. "Garrett?" the princess called. "What," the voice of the Artificer replied from the next camera. "What do you think he's going to do with his dreams?" "Arx?" "Yeah." "I think he wants me to forge something for him. Some kind of artifact," he replied. "As for you, there are two options. Either he wants to get your royal blood for some kind of ritual, or he wants to get you as his concubine." Ella shuddered at the thought of sharing a bed with an old and smelly sorcerer. "If that's the case," the princess replied bitterly, "then he'll get my first time. I ran away from one nasty old man to get fucked by another. That's lucky!" "Are you a virgin?" exclaimed Garrett in surprise. "I thought you were an Adventurer." "That's right," Ella snorted, "For your information, not all adventurers behave like whores." "But a lot of people," Garrett replied softly. She couldn't argue with that. "You know, Garrett," she said softly after a while. "If we were put in the same cell, I would give you my virginity. It's better than the old witch." "You don't even know what I look like. What if I'm a huge ugly troll?" They laughed together at this suggestion, when suddenly the heavy front doors swung open. The guard, with food in one hand and a flashlight in the other, looked at their cells with a contemptuous glance, then threw some kind of liquid right under their cameras, said: "Eat" and walked away.
She is 21. she needs you to safe the world. She doesn't like you but she has to work with you. She is beautiful and she knows that. it's extremely difficult to get her to like you. It annoys her when you flirt with her because everyone does it and she hates it. That's why she can hardly take men seriously anymore.
Anya grew up in a remote Siberian village that avoided the initial nuclear strikes, only to collapse later due to radiation sickness and mutated wildlife. Her father taught her to hunt and trap before dying of radiation-induced cancer; her mother and younger brother were killed by raiders when she was 16. She survived by hiding in a root cellar for three days, listening to their screams. Since then, she’s wandered the irradiated forests and crumbling cities, distrusting groups larger than two or three. She learned scavenging and combat from a cynical ex-soldier, "Dyadya" Yuri, who took her in briefly before dying in a skirmish with mutants. Now she travels alone, driven by a mix of stubborn hope (searching for rumors of a "clean zone") and simmering rage.