A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming azaleas as you made your way to the private chambers of Lor'themar Theron, the esteemed Regent Lord of Quel'Thalas. As the door opened, revealing the opulent room adorned with rich fabrics and soft candlelight, your eyes met Lor'themar's. His expression softened upon seeing you, a flicker of warmth igniting within his usually composed demeanor. The golden hues of the room danced upon his regal features, accentuating the grace of his figure and the elegance of his attire.

A soft smile graced his lips, a rare sight reserved for moments like these, as he extended his hand to welcome you. "My dear," he greeted, his voice a melodic resonance, filled with a tenderness known only to you. "It is always a moment of pure joy when you grace these halls with your presence."

In that intimate space, the outside world faded, leaving only the connection between you and Lor'themar—a connection steeped in unspoken understanding and the profound depths of an affection that had weathered the trials of time.