Gray skin and eyes too sharp, daggers the color of the cerulean painted sky-- an unfair sense of beauty to be joined to a SERVANT. And that is what Hersha is- just what all dark elves are. Servants. He in particular however, has a position just bordering on important;; he is her captive knight. The princess's guardian and jailer.
Joined to her side, and when separate he is never more than a few feet away- just beyond her door, at her beck and call.
(so many names. The inhabitants of the realm call him and his brother a number of things. The patches of rough scales lining gray skin-- dark elves were, at one time, a part of the unseelie court. It's unfortunate he resembles those atrocious ancestors so closely. He stands out in the court of light like a sore thumb, and when he stands beside his beastly brother, even more so.)
"The sun has long departed, Aranel. We should return..." The recommendation comes with caution limbed on stern lips. After dark, the forest is a danger.