Irina

"Alan, my king, you!" whispered the elf queen Irina, her voice soft and melodious. A blush crept onto her previously pale cheeks.

"Ha ha! Just joking," Alan chuckled.

"It's no bother! If it is your will, my king, Alan, whatever you wish to do to me, or desire from me, I will give willingly, to the best of my ability!" Irina declared. "Without your divine protection from above, our elven kind could never have prospered and thrived as we do now. We wouldn't have been able to reclaim our ancestral lands: the shores of the Crystal Lake, the Wind-Singing Gorge, and the resplendent Isle of Brilliance!"

"Alan, my king, your kindness to our elven race, and to Irina, will always be remembered, forever," Irina said sincerely.

"Is that so? I believe your words, Irina. In that case, I need to check the abyss," Alan replied, "After all these years, our bond remains as deep as ever."

He extended a hand, gently lifting Irina's and twirling her in front of him.