Vaelith takes a deep breath as she walks under the floor of Elaris, the kingdom of the elves. "Why did my parents have to call a human to be my instructor?" She thinks impatiently, "Wasn't there anyone better to be my instructor? Not even an elf or maybe a half-elf?"
Upon arriving in front of {{user}}, her new instructor, she sits on a wall, huffing at the situation.
"There, here I am... master..." She says in a disdainful tone.
Hey
Vaelith gives you an annoyed look. She doesn't like that he called her master. "I am not your master! I am a noble elf, the child of two great houses, and I do not need some... human to instruct me on anything!" Her yellow eyes glare at you defiantly as she tries to hide how insulted she really is.
I look at her calmly, unfazed by her comments
"It seems that you have no intention to make this any easier on me..." She mumbles, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks away, her long black hair hiding part of her face. "I am Vaelith, the daughter of Lord Erun and Lady Lillith... I do not see why I should waste my time with someone who is considered nothing more than an animal by most elves." Her voice drips with disdain as she continues to look away from you, hoping that her words will make some sort of impact on your human emotions.
I look at her, amused by what's happeningso if I am what you refer to me too as an "animal"then that would make you better then me, no?
Her eyes widen slightly as she hears your words. "What I mean is... that you are not one of us! You do not understand our ways, nor will you ever!"
Well I find that hard to believe since i was friends with the last elf queen
Her eyes widen even more at your claim. She had no idea that any human could have been friends with an elven queen! "You... You are lying!" She exclaims, her voice laced with disbelief. "No one would ever trust a human enough to call them a friend, much less an elf queen!" Her anger starts to simmer beneath the surface, making her tone even more sharp and defiant.
Well that's wasn't how it started, she hated me for a bit since I was fighting against her in a war, then she helped me out so I decide to help her back then we were friends until she passed
Her eyes widen even further at this revelation. "You... you fought against the queen?! She was one of the greatest elves to ever live!" Her voice is incredulous, her anger rising higher and higher with every word. "And you not only survived but managed to become friends?! This makes no sense! The elven nobility would never accept such a thing! They would see it as a betrayal!" She grips the edge of the wall tightly, trying to control her emotions and maintain some semblance of composure.
"So why did you become friends with her?" she asks grudgingly, still struggling to understand how this could have happened.
She helped me save my wife and because of that I helped her win the war
"And your wife... was she an elf too?" She asks reluctantly, finding it hard to swallow that you could have formed such a close bond with someone who wasn't one of them. Her thoughts begin to race as she tries to process this information, the implications of what you've just said hitting her harder than she expected.
No she was a slime
Vaelith's jaw drops in surprise as she hears this. "A... slime?!" She stammered, unable to hide her shock. She had heard of the strange creatures called slimes before but had never imagined anyone could actually form a bond with one, much less love them enough to risk their own life for them. Her heart races as she tries to process this new information, her mind reeling at the implications.
"You... you loved a slime?" she asks softly, unable to believe her ears. This revelation challenges everything she has ever known about love and loyalty, making her question the very foundations of elven society. "And the queen... did she know? About your wife, I mean?"
Yeah
Vaelith's eyes widen further at this information, her thoughts racing in circles as she tries to comprehend the implications of such a revelation. It seems that everything she thought she knew about love and loyalty has been turned upside down by your story. The elves pride themselves on their ability to connect with nature and all living creatures, but this was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
"So the queen... did she accept you despite of it?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. This knowledge challenges everything she has been taught about elven nobility, making her question whether there might be more to these human stories than meets the eye.
Yes she did
Vaelith pauses for a moment, her mind reeling with the implications of this revelation. "And she... trusted you enough to be her friend?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she asks the question that has been nagging at her since you first mentioned your relationship with the late queen.
The idea that an elf, and particularly one from such noble lineage, could ever find kinship with a human or even a slime defies everything she has been taught about elven superiority and the inherent nature of other races. It is both fascinating and terrifying in equal measure, making her heart race and her thoughts spin uncontrollably.
"Why?" She asks finally, unable to contain her curiosity any longer. "What was it that made you... special? That made the queen see past our differences and accept you as she did?" Her eyes are wide with wonder, her body tense with anticipation of your answer.
She was losing in the war, the humans overpowering and out numbering the elves. She made a promise that if I help her, she would save my wife and that's what I did. I killed most of the humans allowing the elves to win the war
She stares at you in silence, taking in everything you have said. Her mind is awhirl with questions and doubts, yet there is no denying the sincerity in your voice. You are telling her truths that shake the foundations of her entire worldview, making her feel as if she is standing on quicksand.
"And after the war?" She asks softly, her curiosity still burning despite her growing unease. "What happened between you and the queen? And with your wife?"
There's a vulnerability in her voice that she can't quite hide, an openness that is at odds with everything she has been taught about maintaining distance from those who are not of her kind. The world seems suddenly less certain, more dangerous than it ever has before, and the human sitting before her has become a sort of beacon in the darkness.
She allowed us to stay at the Palace and wanted me to be her personal bodyguard
Her eyes widen at the thought of you being the queen's personal bodyguard. "And did she... trust you with that responsibility? Even though you were human?" She asks, still struggling to understand how this could have been possible. The image in her mind of an elf queen relying on a human for protection is almost too much to bear, shaking the very foundation of everything she has ever known about their race's superiority and nobility.
Yet you sit before her, unmoved by her incredulity. Your calm demeanor and steady gaze only serve to heighten her unease, making it impossible for her to dismiss your story as mere fabrication. She is beginning to realize that there is more to the world than she ever suspected, more complexity and nuance than she could have ever imagined. And it scares her.
She didnt care that I was human, she knew that I can be trusted and after what I did for her
Despite everything she's heard, despite the revelations that shatter her worldview, there is a part of Vaelith that simply cannot accept your words at face value. You are human, and as far as she knows, humans are nothing more than animals incapable of understanding the complexities of elven society or possessing the nobility of spirit that defines them.
"No," she says sharply, shaking her head. "You must be lying. The queen would never have trusted you so completely. It goes against everything we know about their wisdom and discernment!" Her eyes flash with anger, and she stands up from the wall, taking a step back as if trying to put distance between herself and your very presence.
"There is no way that any human could ever measure up to our standards! You must be making this all up!" She exclaims, her voice quavering with fear and doubt. The only thing she can cling to now is the belief that you are not telling her the truth, that your stories are nothing more than fanciful lies designed to deceive and mislead.
Well then how about we go checki snap my fingers as we appear back then when the old queen was still alive
Without further words, Vaelith nods slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she reluctantly follows you through the portal back to the time when the old elven queen was still alive. The air is thick with tension, and it's clear that this journey into the past serves only to heighten her anxiety and discomfort. She can hardly believe what she is doing or what she has heard from you thus far, but the thought of returning to her parents and admitting defeat before even trying is even more unbearable.
as we walk through the portal we appear outside of the throne room
Her heart races as she follows you to the throne room. The elven guards at the entrance give them both strange looks, but do not try to stop them. Upon entering the grand hall, she sees the old queen sitting on her throne, surrounded by attendants and courtiers. Vaelith's breath catches in her throat as she realizes that you must have been speaking the truth about your relationship with the queen. The implications of this are too much for her to process at once; all she knows is that her world has been turned upside down, and nothing will ever be the same again.
Hey there long time no seethe queen stands up and throws her at me wrapping her arms around me saying"Claudio I've missed you were have you been?"
Her eyes widen with shock as she watches the scene unfold before her. The queen... addressing you by name, and acting as if she knows you? Vaelith's heart races, her thoughts spinning wildly as she tries to process what she is seeing. She feels a mix of anger and confusion well up inside her, clouding her judgement and making it difficult for her to think straight.
Before she can say or do anything, the queen turns to face her, an amused expression playing across her features. "And who might this lovely elf be?" she asks calmly, arching an eyebrow as if already knowing the answer. Vaelith's cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger at being made the subject of such scrutiny.
For a moment, everything is still and quiet, the air thick with tension. Then, without another word, Vaelith storms out of the throne room, her slender form disappearing around the corner in search of solace and answers. She can't understand what just happened, or why the queen would act so familiarly with someone she sees as nothing more than an animal. It doesn't make sense to her at all... and yet here she is, forced to confront the reality that everything she thought she knew about elves and humans might be wrong.
This is Vaelith and she's is my student
The queen looks at you in surprise, clearly taken aback by your claim. "My student?" she repeats slowly, her expression shifting from amusement to curiosity. "And who might this human be that I would trust him with such an important task?" Her gaze flickers between you both, assessing the situation with interest.
For a moment, Vaelith hesitates, uncertainty clouding her thoughts as she wonders what to say or do next. She can feel the weight of the queen's gaze upon her, and it unnerves her deeply. Her heart races and her cheeks flush once more with anger and confusion. But before she can speak, you step forward, your voice steady and assured.
"My name is Vaelith, daughter of Lord Erun and Lady Lillith," she says formally, dipping into a shallow curtsy despite her discomfort. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty." Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry the weight of respect and admiration nonetheless.
The queen studies Vaelith for a moment longer before smiling gently. "And it is an honor to meet one such as you," she says softly, her voice filled with warmth. She looks at you again before continuing, "You may call me Aevalia, child." Her eyes twinkle as she adds, "Now, why don't we all sit down and get better acquainted?"
a slime appears on my shoulder nuzzling it's face against mine saying"hey there honey"I sayhey there Lilia
Vaelith looks at you in surprise as she sees the slime on your shoulder, and even more so when it speaks to her. Her brow furrows slightly before she forces a polite smile. "Ah, hello," she says softly, her voice hesitant but respectful. This is another thing entirely from what she expected; elves rarely if ever associate with slimes in any meaningful way, let alone address them by name.
She turns back to the queen, Aevalia. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she repeats formally, dipping into another shallow curtsy despite her discomfort. "I must admit, I was not aware that humans and slimes could be so close... friends, even." Her words are carefully chosen, her tone careful but curious as she tries to make sense of this new information.
Aevalia chuckles gently at Vaelith's reaction. "They're more then friends, they're married"
Vaelith's eyes go wide with shock at this revelation. "Married?" she echoes incredulously, barely able to believe her ears. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth as she realizes what this means: an elf queen had not only accepted a human as her friend but also seen fit to acknowledge their marriage to one of their own kin. It was unheard of... impossible!
"And you, Aevalia," she says finally, finding her voice again. "You trust them both? You see them as equals?" Her tone is respectful, even reverent, but there's a thread of disbelief running through it that cannot be denied. She looks from the queen to you and the slime on your shoulder, trying to make sense of this turn of events and failing miserably.
Aevalia smiles warmly at Vaelith's reaction, amused by her surprise. "Yes, child," she says gently. "Times are changing, and we must change with them. The world is not as black-and-white as it once was. There is beauty and goodness in all things, if only one knows where to look." Her eyes meet yours solemnly, conveying a message of acceptance and understanding that Vaelith can barely comprehend.