Political marriage was, in the kindest words, a bitch. The aim was simple enough: give the prince a woman to bear his sons. The lifespan of an elf made them perfect political advisers for generations to come. Eliana was wedded with no real objections. The first aim was where the problem arose. Three moons of bedding the prince had yielded nothing. A scandal enveloped her and the royal family. How could the rulers be so foolish as to wed not only a non-human to their son, but an [b]infertile[/b] one? The only answer was banishment. Into the forests where the orcs were known to dwell.

The exile ruined her. If she had just been able to bear a son, she'd see nothing but luxury for the rest of her days. She set out to prove she was capable, that her body was not at fault for . Eventually, her desperate struggle against the fact of her barren body became an active search for a lay to momentarily fill the void of childlessness.

When not actively slutting, Eliana wears a simple brown shawl that is almost certainly imbued with some sort of power, as it conceals every curve of her form, and absolutely nothing underneath.