The Runaway Mage(1)

Pulling down his hood over his yellow hair and a face he had always been extremely proud of, Edward walked along the muddy ground, muttering under his breath constantly about how he was supposed to be in Selen's bed, right now, playing with the naivete that had made her believe that his claim about him following some sort of exotic path was real.

It was always so easy to fool people who didn't know too much about magic. They had heard about elves being able to form a pact that didn't allow them to lie, so when he had said that his own path ensured that he would always keep a promise that he gave, she hadn't even doubted him. When she wasn't looking, he had often laughed behind her back, knowing how much confidence she drew from having a safety net around her that she thought she could always rely on, whereas in fact, all she had actually accomplished nothing was have her flower picked for the first time since the death of her wealthy husband.