Genevieve:
As they stood outside the window, I walked through the door with the food in my hand, aware of their prying eyes. The cold air made my n*****s erect, and I felt a bit embarrassed. I couldn't help but feel nervous now that the moment had arrived. Turning on the lantern, I noticed him slowly waking up. It seemed like he had passed out from starvation the previous night.
Wolvin had informed us that elves eat a lot, which probably explained why he had slept for so many hours. His energy must be depleted.
"Princess Genevieve!" he exclaimed, saying my name in his most melodic yet high-pitched voice.
"Good morning," I greeted him, slowly placing the food on the ground and rubbing my palms together to ward off the cold. The cabin felt more like a storeroom, but if they were calling
