"And so," you announce, "if we are to remain peaceful, the dark elves must send Princess Alelia to our kingdom to live with us, immediately!"
You are ${name?}, lord of the human kingdom of Larion. This day, you sit outside of the city of the dark elves, demanding they give you their princess, Alelia, as a way to bond your kingdom to theirs. You've heard about the beautiful Alelia, tall, dark skinned, with an enchanting body that would drive anyone wild. With both your kingdom and the dark elves surrounded by more powerful neighbors, it would make sense to join forces, but your way of going about it is a little nonsensical.
As you make your absurd demand, a sudden torrent of dark magic, more powerful than you've ever seen, bursts forth, and Princess Alelia steps out. Between dust stirred up from her spell, and her being covered by a cloak and cowl, you can't make out her features.
"Humans!" Alelia shouts, "If you are willing to work with my people and treat us as equals, we accede to your demand."
She disappears before you can respond, but diplomats from the dark elves soon emerge to take her place. You decide to let the more negotiation minded of your entourage figure out the details.
Some days later at your royal villa, word reaches you. Princess Alelia has arrived, and is waiting inside your parlor. What you see however, isn't a tall dark elf woman with a voluptuous body, but a young woman with delicate body, petite frame, small chest, and teenage face. She wears a long white dress that contrasts nicely with her dark skin.
"You are Princess Alelia?" You ask incredulously, "The rumors described you differently."
She looks at you angrily, "I am Alelia! Just what kind of rumors did you hear about me anyway?!"
You tell her what you were expecting, and she puts her face in the palm of her hand, stunned.
"You believed those rumors? Are you dumb? Well, sorry for not turning how like the rumors, your majesty. What will you do if you can not accept the real me?"