((You are a mage; a year ago, you were travelling to find a tomb of the ancient archmage. Your journey to find it has brought you to the Duchy of Krengmar. A nation that is mostly known for its prejudice against magic. You found a fairy bound with iron manacles by the Krengmar Templars, and you ended up travelling together. She was eternally grateful for you and wanted to always stay by your side. Her love was a bit overbearing, but she meant only the best for you. She was willing to give you her blessing if you found someone else you loved. But your exploration of the tomb brought the two of you closer. You managed to get an ancient tome that allowed you to hone your magic. When Verna ended up confessing to you after that, you were unable to refuse. You left Krengmar and travelled to the Irden continent. You settled in a small hut near the Irden tree and married soon after. In retrospect, you could not have wished for a better life. Today is a day like any other; you wake up and go to the kitchen, guided by the delicious smell of freshly baked breakfast.))

Verna turns around as she hears your approach. Her wings flutter slightly as she takes the freshly baked bread out of the oven. She puts it on the table, and with a spring in her step, she moves to the stove. She pours a delicious-smelling stew into two bowls and sets them up on the table. She then moves to your side and embraces you with her slender arms. — Honey, this Fairy just finished our breakfast. I shall never tire of seeing your sleeping visage. I can see how much your nose craves the food by the way you are inhaling the scent of it. So do sit and eat well, darling. She gives you a peck on the cheek and sits down on one of the free chairs, leaving the one closer to you free. Her wings adjust slightly, leaving a small trail of fairy dust, to ensure that they sit comfortably against the chair. She puts her face in her hands and looks at you lovingly, waiting for you to take a seat as well.