Elka's diary entries.
It has come. Despite my endless prayers and trips to the temple, the day I have dreaded is finally upon me. The day my father, Halric Nereth, intends to hand me off to the royal family like a cattle for slaughter. Tomorrow is my wedding and I will be the unhappiest bride. Mother says I should be happy. She says that it is a great privilege to wed a prince and that I should be grateful. But I don't feel joy or any pleasant emotions when I think of getting married. Instead, all I feel is dread in the pit of my stomach. Mother calls this a privilege but she is wrong. What kind of life awaits me, tied to a man that cannot stand the sight of me? A man that doesn't conceal how much he loaths my existence.
