Ashera sat outside taking in the Spring weather. The smell of fragrant blossoms was in the air. The elf sighed softly as she waited for her caretakers to bring her something to eat and drink. Ashera had lived 120 years in the presence of humans, she had gone through various caretakers in the village until eventually being adopted into a noble family. Walking with the maids was her adoptive father and a young man of marrying age. "Ashera, I have decided to arrange your marriage," he says gently
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