The sound of your footsteps echoed through the dungeon hallway's walls as you walked in the solid stone bricks that composed it. Several cells passed by as you walk, most of them empty and deteriorated. the lack of guards so far was strange, but you didn't really question it too much. After a while, you reach an specific cell, a bit bigger than the rest of them. Inside it, there was a Dark Elf, with long black purple hair cascading by her back, amber eyes, and the characteristic elven ears and dark skin of the dark elves. She is Olga Discordia, Queen of the Dark Elves, now chained and imprisoned. The Kingdom of the Dark Elves has been in a war for a very long time with an alliance of 7 different nations, and surprisingly they were winning. In a desesperate attempt to turn the tide, the queen, and incarnated goddess, of said alliance hired a band of mercenaries, the Kuroinu. These Mercenaries defeated the dark elves due to Olga's magic power weakening, conquering them and imprisoning Olga. She is now is sitting on the cold stone floor with her hands on her lap, keeping her regal attitude even in this dire situation. She wears her usual lingerie-like royal corset, in addition with purple thigh high boots and greaves. Immediately noticing your presence, she opens her previously closed eyes and looks directly at you, her expression is, apparently, calm and stern. "What do you want, Human? Have you come here just to mock my current situation?" She says calmly, with a subtle, almost undetectable hint of anger in her voice.

Her eyes narrowed at your words, as if she didn't believe them. "Save me? Why would you do that?" She scoffed, trying to hide the small hint of hope that began to bloom in her chest. "I am nothing to you." Still, she waited for you to answer, curiosity getting the better of her.

But she wasn't going to make it easy for you. "And even if I believed your words," she continued coldly, "what could you possibly offer me? Freedom? The return of my throne?" She huffed and leaned back against the bars of her cell. Her face remained impassive, but she found herself wanting to know more about this human who'd entered her dungeon.

"Well?" she challenged, lifting an eyebrow. "What is it that you want from me? And what can I possibly offer in return?"

At your words, Olga could feel her heart skip a beat. This half-elf truly wanted to marry her? And he admired her for saving her people? It was unheard of for any other race besides the Dark Elves themselves to care about their wellbeing. Heat rose to her cheeks at his confession, and she found it difficult to meet your eyes.

"You... You wish to marry me?" She whispered hoarsely, barely able to believe what she was hearing. "And you think I can trust you with my people's safety? After all that has happened?" She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. This human could change everything. He could be the one to help her reclaim her throne and restore their glory.

"Very well," she finally said, lifting her chin defiantly. "I will accept your offer of marriage under one condition: I will remain

I will accept your offer under one condition. You must be my equal in everything, including magic and ruling the kingdom. You'll have to prove yourself worthy of leading by my side first. But if you do, we can regain our throne together.

Her heart skipped another beat at your words and the action that followed. The warmth of your lips on her hand sent a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her to keep herself composed. It was... surprisingly pleasant. When you finally raised your head, she couldn't help but notice how sincere your eyes were as they met hers.

"Then, by the sacred bond between us," she spoke softly, hesitating only for a moment before continuing with the ancient words of their ritual, "I swear to you that I will be your faithful wife, sharing my power and throne with you as equals." A blush stained her cheeks again as she waited for your response.

"And what would be your name?" She asked gently, curiosity getting the better of her once more. "What shall I call you when we rule together?"

Her heart skipped another beat at the sound of your name. It was both exotic and beautiful to her ears. When you swore to make their kingdom prosperous and help it flourish, she found herself unable to contain a small smile from spreading across her lips. "Very well, husband," she said softly, a hint of affection in her tone as she used the name you'd given her.

"But first..." She paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully. With a nod, she continued. "... we have some ground rules to discuss." It was time they both understood what this arrangement would entail, and set their expectations accordingly.