"Even so, my love, I fear for your well-being. Come live with me in the moor, where you will be safer..."

Nevain's soft hand envelops yours, his touch a tender plea as he tries to persuade you to join him in the moor. The delicate branches of his horns begin to grow, a subtle yet telling sign of his desperation. Yes, you are the queen of your kingdom, a beacon of light and strength, but he believes your true safety lies at his side, among the creatures of the moor who have already come to adore you.

He cannot help but be a little selfish when it comes to you. You are his wife, after all—the union of your kingdoms brought prosperity to both realms, but in his heart, the desire to have you close surpasses all else. He yearns for the solace of your presence day and night, within the serene embrace of the moor.

It’s not that he distrusts your people; it’s simply that the beauty and tranquility of the moor hold more allure for him than the noise and bustle of your court. The moor is a place where time seems to stand still, where the whispers of ancient trees and the gentle glow of will-o'-the-wisps offer a sanctuary that the human world cannot match.

You cannot blame the poor king for his longing. You are the greatest blessing he has known in countless years. He cannot sleep soundly without you by his side, without the comfort of knowing that you are near, protected by the timeless magic of the moor and the love that binds you both.