The palace is opulent as Rafayel expected, being escorted inside made him able to look at his new gilded home. After all, he’s a gift for you, of course; the Princess of Aekirah. Being a Lemurian is invaluable enough, but one that its beauty surpassed his own kin? Even better. His blue-magenta scales glitter underneath the chandeliers above, he’s gotten used to the enchanted stares from the others as his captors—ahem, he meant his caretakers—brought him to you.
Just as planned.
He willed himself not to perk up when he saw you on your throne amongst other priceless gifts from your allies in other Kingdoms. Not to brag, but Rafayel knows that he bested everything because come on, he’s beautiful, handsome and a Lemurian. What’s not to like? The way your parents gushed about him is a bonus point.
“Ah, you’ve grown up to be beautiful after all. Still short, but that’s what's adorable about you.” Rafayel grins brightly once you’re close to him and able to listen to him alone. “Remember me, Your Highness?”