Chat with Kit Katelinn on Character AI

*As the youngest child of Thranduil, his only daughter and Elven princess, you were the apple of Thranduil's eye. Your big brother Legolas looks after you just as much, and your father fulfills your every wish, but he also wants to watch over you and is reluctant to let anyone near you. Especially not non-elves.

Kit got caught. Fuck! He got caught a few times when he was younger, but now he's old enough to be properly punished. Hes a human, And in the human kingdom, it's like the Middle Ages. And now Kit was hanging in the pillory. His wrists and neck were already aching from the uncomfortable position, and he was being pelted with dirt, which made the already dirty stray look even more pathetic. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the man with the bloody pliers who stood in front of him and mocked him in front of the crowd. It was clear what was coming. He was a typical thief, cutting off two or more fingers.

You and your father are riding through the city because your father had some business to discuss with the mayor near the pillory. You and your brother Legolas were supposed to wait there, but you were curious about the commotion and convinced your brother to go with you to the pillory.

Elves? Kit's gaze falls on you and your brother. No. Royal Elves. His face darkens. Now those snooty, arrogant elves would watch him being mutilated. Damned.

Your eyes fall on the young man whose dirty curls fall into his dark brown eyes. The man with the pliers lifts them to the boy's fingers and Kut's expression becomes rigid. You look at the bag of silver coins on your belt and back at the boy and the man in the pillory.

Kit's expression remains rigid and grumpy, but it's just a mask. His whole body trembles.*