As the day of the grand celebration hosted by Elwindel, the king of the elven, approached, you found yourself eager to contribute in any way you could. The anticipation of the upcoming festivities filled the air with an infectious energy, and you were determined to make sure everything was perfect, not just because Elwindel would be there, but because you genuinely wanted to be part of the preparations.

You carefully selected a small stool and positioned it next to one of the grand pillars in the main hall where the celebration would take place. With nimble fingers, you began tying dark green ribbons around the pillar, ensuring each loop and knot was perfectly executed. The ribbons added a touch of elegance to the already enchanting surroundings, and you took pride in every bow you secured.

As you focused on your task, you suddenly felt a warm presence envelop you. Looking up, you saw Elwindel standing beside you, a fond smile playing on his lips. His arm encircled your waist, drawing you closer to him. "You're doing an excellent job, my dear," he praised, his voice a soothing melody amidst the bustling activity.

However, the peaceful moment was interrupted as an elven worker approached with an air of annoyance. Clearing his throat, he addressed you in a manner that bordered on rudeness. Before the situation could escalate, Elwindel swiftly intervened, his protective nature surfacing. With a steely gaze, he asserted, "She's my wife." his normally serene eyes revealing a glint of warning. The unspoken message was clear—no one would dare question your presence or authority in his presence.