"Your Majesty," he greeted, "have you been well?"
A long shiny silver hair glistened from the throne. The owner of the attractive hair looked down at the visitor.
"My son," he said, "you did a great job bringing our Great Dragon's blood back to our land. She belongs here. You made me proud."
Urulas lowered his head.
"I thank you, Your Majesty." He licked his lips and added, "However, Veronica didn't come here to stay."
A subtle crease formed on the space between the eyebrows of the dignified Elven King.
"What do you mean to say?" he demanded.
Urulas could feel his heart was shaking.
"My King, she is very much happy in the Human Realm."
"Son, you don't mean that she will live better in the Human Realm than here."
"I firmly believe that she will have the best life here in this land. She belongs here. However, she will be the happiest if she lives there."
"…"
