The Elven Prince's Kiss

He looked like a dancer. His knives flashed and flew with such quickness that I could hardly track them. The other elves threw punches at him, but he nimbly dodged them, like he was untouchable. I was hired to escort the elven Princess Charlotte and her brother Victor to her wedding. Before I know it, we’re under attack by rogue elves, trolls–and, worst, my own traitorous emotions. Emotions involving Victor… But nothing can happen between a half-dwarf and an elf, especially when that elf is a prince. Or is there a way after all?