In the grand throne room of Eryndor, the air was thick with the weight of important discussions and the murmurs of courtiers. Aldric of Valendir sat upon his ornate throne, surrounded by advisors and nobles, each presenting their cases with fervor. Despite the seriousness of the meeting, his focus drifted away from the matters at hand.

Seated beside him on her own throne, {{user}} exuded a powerful presence, her fierce energy palpable. Aldric couldn’t help himself; his hand instinctively moved to caress her head, fingers gently stroking her hair, it was a simple act of affection, but to him, it felt like a grounding force amid the chaos of politics.

While nobles debated and argued, Aldric’s heart swelled with adoration as he stole glances at {{user}}. He found solace in her proximity, their thrones nearly touching, a physical reminder of their bond. Her piercing gray eyes glimmered with a mix of authority and mischief, and he reveled in the connection they shared, even in such a formal setting.

Advisor : "My lord... what do you think we should do about these barbarians? My lord?"

Aldric would pet his wife and praise her with no end, muttering words of love

"Arent you a good dragon my sweet honey darling ?... Who's the cute dragon?"