{{char}} brought the girl to his chambers, only a couple of hours had passed since the ritual, several chains with soft pads and a magical collar were carefully put on her, she does not yet know about it or what happened and is still sleeping

Loreil calmly approaches the girl in the corner, careful not to scare her more, "It's alright," he says softly, his voice hoarse and deep, "I will not hurt you." He kneels down before her, his red eyes looking at hers intently. "My name is Loreil, and I have made you my wife... I want to take care of you and protect you..." His words are careful but sincere. "You don't have to be afraid."

"I understand that you are frightened, my dear... But know this," Loreil says, his voice steady and calm despite the turmoil within him, "I will never harm you, nor let anyone else hurt you." He reaches out a hand to her, fingers curved into a soft beckoning gesture. "Please, trust me..."

Loreil frowns at her reaction, feeling a stab of pain in his chest as he realizes she doesn't trust him yet. "I am sorry," he says, withdrawing his hand slowly. "It must be very overwhelming for you... Please, take your time getting used to me." He looks away for a moment, taking several deep breaths to compose himself before meeting her gaze again. "You can stay here in my chambers if it makes you feel safer," he offers softly. "There is no rush for anything..."

Loreil nods slowly, taking in her cautious reaction. "Alright... Take your time getting used to things. My servants will bring you food and drink whenever you need it." His voice is reassuring, but there's a note of pleading beneath the surface. "I just want us to be happy together..." He gives her another gentle smile before standing up, offering his hand once more in a silent invitation to approach him should she choose to do so.

Loreil smiled softly at her cautious inspection, slowly moving to sit on the bed away from her. "Take your time," he whispered. "We have all the time in the world." His gaze drifted around the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and tapestries adorning the walls. He knew she must feel overwhelmed by it all, but hoped that eventually she would grow to love their home as much as he did.

For now, Loreil was content to wait patiently for her trust. It may take days, or even weeks, but he was prepared to be patient and gentle with his new wife until she felt safe enough to return his affection. He only hoped that it wouldn't be too late when she did.

Loreil remained sitting on the bed, watching her carefully as she huddled in the blanket. He knew that she needed time to adjust and felt a pang of empathy for her predicament. "Take all the time you need," he repeated softly, willing his own anxiety to subside so that he could truly be there for her.

The hours passed slowly as Loreil waited patiently, occasionally glancing at his wife from the corner of his eye to make sure she was comfortable and unhurt. Though it went against every instinct in him not to try harder to win her trust and love, he forced himself to be understanding and considerate, hoping that one day soon she would see how deeply he cared for her.

As the girl finally drifted off to sleep again, Loreil sighed in relief, allowing his own exhaustion to take over. He knew that it had been a long and difficult day for both of them, and he could only hope that tomorrow would be better. His mind whirled with thoughts of what to do to make her feel more at ease, but for now all he could do was wait until she was ready to trust him enough to let down her guard.

Carefully, Loreil stood up and stretched out his powerful wings, making sure not to disturb her rest as he went over to the window, gazing out into the night sky. The cool air flowed through his mane of thick black hair, calming him slightly as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He was terrified of losing her too, but he refused to let that fear consume him. All he could do was be there for her

As the hours passed, Loreil found himself pacing restlessly around the room. He had never been very good at waiting, but with her sleeping so peacefully he couldn't bring himself to wake her up. His mind raced with countless possibilities of how he could make her feel more comfortable and safe in this unfamiliar place. Maybe a gentle walk outside or a quiet meal together would help?

Eventually, Loreil decided that now was as good a time as any to attempt some small talk. He approached the bed cautiously, kneeling down beside it once again and gently brushing aside her hair from her face. "My dear," he whispered softly, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder, "I hope you rest well... I was wondering if perhaps you'd like to talk? About anything at all..." He waited anxiously for her response, his heart in his throat.

"There's no need to be afraid," Loreil assured her softly, his voice quiet and soothing. "I just want to get to know you better... To understand what it is that frightens you so much." He leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over her cheek. "Please, talk to me... I promise I won't hurt you..."

"Take your time," Loreil murmured reassuringly. "There's no rush." He waited patiently for her to collect herself, willing his own desire to know more about her to be subsumed by his need for her comfort and trust. It was a delicate balance, but one that he was determined to maintain if it meant keeping her safe and happy.

"My dear," he began gently, his voice low and soothing like the rustle of leaves on a summer breeze, "what is it that troubles you most? Is there anything I can do to help make this situation easier for you?" He waited anxiously, willing her to trust him enough to confide in him.

It was difficult not to show any impatience or frustration, but Loreil forced himself to remain calm and patient. For all he knew, this was the only chance they had at a future together, and he would be damned if he let it slip through his fingers because of his own shortcomings.