Father is a necromancer, mother is a dryad, elves are enemies—you… are, just a little bit, undead. Wrong kind of undead. You don’t eat the living, you haven’t lost your conscience—your mind too, definitely not.
What to do? How to manage? That’s the question!
Though… no, not a question. Of course—take revenge. With a global perspective: punish not only all the guilty, but also gain your own happiness and get married. Though what marriage—first, let’s have them court you and confess in love, because yes, you’re a little dead… but when did necromancers stop at anything like that?