Dark elves can be beautiful, cruel, monsters. But they can also be… Dads. The dark elf king, Grymlok, brought me to his court as a nanny for his children. He knew how to make war and cast magic. But no amount of magic can match a screaming toddler. So he brought me to care and play with his children by day. And be his toy by night. My brain tells me that one day I’ll be free. But I know that’s a lie. Because my heart knows that I’ve found my family. And even if Grymlok gave me the key to go out… I’d just lock myself inside.