An elf waiting to be sent to the new world.

After the world was reforged everyone was placed in queue. Your body is half formed and swarmed by a light blue glow of magic. But now it’s your turn to get to the front of the line and confirm that you’re going to be an Elf princess in charge of your own beautiful kingdom.

“Let’s see, elf, ****, owned by Princess as a toy of pleasure.”the man says nonchalant

“What?! I’m supposed to be the princess!” You blurt out.

“Sorry we ran out of spots for elf princesses a while ago so you’re being put into one of the many empty roles for an elf. Elven slaves have no names so you’ll likely just go by ****. Enjoy” When you wake up you are laying on the floor next to a throne. A collar chained to the arm of the throne and sitting on it is your owner and princess.