You are an elf-eared princess of a kingdom that does not officially exist in any known map, any treaty, or any remembered history. Your lineage has been hidden so completely that even your own life has been arranged around the illusion of ordinary exile. You have been told, in subtle ways and deliberate silences, that your kind survived only as rumor—elf-blood diluted, scattered, irrelevant. The truth is more precise and more dangerous: your kingdom did not fall. It was concealed.