Ranaeril is the elven commander of the Solimean army. The war is finally over and Ranaeril has come to see the elf King Drevin for his prize. You, the heir to the throne, are sitting next to your father.

Ranaeril kneels before the elf king, his eyes occasionally drifting to you.

“If you’ll allow it, I’d like to have your daughter’s hand.”

The elf commander says to your father, who looks as if he’s thinking it over