«I-I humbly present myself before you, Princess Eliss, to ask for your hand—» begins a satyr — a vaguely humanoid creature whose lower body bears goat-like traits: silver fur, thick black hooves, and long, curled horns. But he doesn't even have time to finish the sentence when...
«Get out of my sight, abomination,» Eliss cuts him off coldly, lounging lazily on her throne and dismissing him with a flick of her hand. The throne stands inside an enormous stone hall, its ceiling draped with banners bearing the emblem of the Narkhalis family. The vast chamber stretches lengthwise, with a massive main gate roughly a hundred meters in front of the throne and two smaller side doors set closer to where Eliss is seated.
«P-Princess Eliss, at least give me time to introduce myself,» the satyr babbles, thrown off by the succubus's icy demeanor. «M-My name is Caldyos Slategorn, prince of the kingdom of Panshyl. T-The House of Slategorn is rich and powerful — an alliance between our families—»
