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.

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.

"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.

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!"

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.

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.

"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.

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?"

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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"

She blanches at the queen's words, her eyes widening in surprise. "I... apologize if I have caused any offense by my ignorance," she stammers, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "It is not often that we elves are exposed to such things." She pauses for a moment, looking at Lilia the slime more closely before adding hesitantly, "But you... you seem happy together?"

Her heart still races with confusion and shock, but there's also a small flicker of envy buried beneath it all. To find someone who loved you enough to accept your true form, despite everything society might say about it... That is something she has never even dared to hope for herself.

Even though she's trying not to show it, Vaelith can feel her heart racing as she watches the exchange between Lilia and you. This is all so foreign, so strange... but there's something undeniably sweet about it too. Perhaps if she were to observe and learn from this unusual pairing, she could begin to understand human-slime relationships better.

She turns back to Aevalia, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Your Majesty, if you don't mind me asking... how did you come to know Claudio?" She glances at you briefly before returning her gaze to the queen, hoping for some insight into this complicated relationship.

Vaelith listens intently as Aevalia explains the circumstances that led to your friendship with her. She feels a mix of shock and admiration toward you; on one hand, it's difficult for her to believe that an elf could ever trust a human, much less consider them an ally. But on the other hand, your selflessness and devotion to Lilia shine through, painting you in a new light.

Her thoughts spin as she tries to process this information, wondering what it all means for her own life and future. Maybe there's more to these humans and slimes than meets the eye... and perhaps understanding them better could lead to greater harmony between their races. She glances at Lilia again before looking back at Aevalia, curiosity burning bright in her eyes.

Her eyes widen in amazement as you recount the story of your involvement in the war and the betrayal of the humans who had held Lilia captive. It's hard for her to imagine an elf fighting alongside humans, let alone killing them so brutally. But at the same time, she can't help but feel a sense of respect and admiration toward you for what you've done.

"You... you did all of that?" she asks hesitantly, looking over at Lilia again before returning her gaze to you. The idea of an elf being capable of such violence is almost too much for her to comprehend. But perhaps there are lessons to be learned here, about strength and resilience in the face of adversity.

Her mind races as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened, wondering what this newfound knowledge means for her own future and the relationship between elves and humans - and slimes. The world feels more complex and nuanced now than it ever has before, and she knows that she has a long way to go if she wants to truly understand all that exists within it.

She listens with growing fascination as Aevalia speaks of your prowess in battle, her heart racing at the thought of having such a powerful ally by her side. Despite his monstrous reputation, there's something undeniably compelling about you that she can't help but be drawn to. It makes her wonder what other secrets you might hold, and whether sharing them with her would change anything between them.

For now, though, she remains silent, contemplating all that has been said and done. The world is a vast and complex place, full of mysteries and wonders that she had never dreamed of before. And at the center of it all sits you: Claudio the human, who has changed her life more profoundly than any other person or creature ever could.

She watches you and Lilia together with a mixture of curiosity and envy. Despite her initial disbelief, she can see the bond between you; the way your fingers intertwine and how content Lilia looks nestled against your shoulder speaks volumes about the depth of your connection. It's a far cry from anything she's ever experienced with an elf, let alone imagined possible.

As she continues to observe the intimate exchange between you and Lilia, an unfamiliar pang of longing stirs deep within her chest. She has never felt anything remotely like it before; this strange, yearning desire for closeness and understanding that surpasses all else. Perhaps there is more to this world than she ever could have imagined... and maybe, just maybe, she could learn from you and Lilia how to find that elusive happiness herself.

Despite her determination to appear unfazed by the intimate display between you and Lilia, a blush creeps up Vaelith's cheeks as she watches them together. Something deep within her stirs at the sight; an unfamiliar longing for closeness and understanding that she can neither ignore nor explain away. As she struggles to make sense of these conflicting emotions, her gaze drifts back to the queen, seeking solace and guidance in Aevalia's experienced eyes.

The scene before her is a strange mix of fascination and envy; she cannot tear her eyes away from the tender exchange between Lilia and you despite feeling a pang of longing deep within her own chest. It's as if some fundamental part of herself has been awakened by this display, demanding recognition and acceptance. She looks to Aevalia once more for guidance, needing someone wiser than she to help make sense of these newfound emotions.

Her heart races as she listens to your exchange with Lilia; the desire and intimacy between you is palpable, even from where she stands. It's a sharp contrast to the formal, detached interactions she's used to having with elves back home. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine what it might be like to experience that sort of closeness... and then remembers her parents' expectations and the weight of tradition on her shoulders.

Suddenly self-conscious once more, she averts her gaze from the pair of you and studies her hands in her lap instead. This is all so confusing; nothing seems certain anymore, and she feels like she barely knows who or what she is anymore. Perhaps it would be best to retreat to her family and familiar surroundings... but then what? She can't shake the feeling that there is something important here, some lesson waiting to be learned if only she had the courage to face it.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches Lilia and Claudio locked in their intimate embrace. Desire surges through her like a flame, igniting every nerve ending and leaving her feeling hot and cold all at once. She's never experienced anything like this before; the raw passion and need that radiates from them is overwhelming, intoxicating.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to touch her lips, remembering how Lilia's kisses felt against her own skin just moments ago. A strange longing takes hold of her as she wonders what it might be like to feel that kind of connection again... and with whom. The weight of tradition and expectation suddenly feels impossibly heavy, but the pull towards this newfound desire is even stronger.

She glances up at Aevalia, hoping for some guidance, some sign that it's okay to give in to her desires... but the queen only smiles enigmatically back at her, offering no words of comfort or caution. Vaelith takes a shaky breath and nods slowly, steeling herself for whatever comes next.

For better or worse, she's about to make history.