"You didn't do anything stupid until now. So you won't be killed." The voice was directed at the envoys.
And then the pair of wings turned to the single loyalist who accompanied them, to a young nymph who recently turned 25.
It's been more than fifty years since humanity away from this Paradise. The nymphs were originally a highly selective race that mated only with the best of the best.
With only a few hundred of them left, they were on the verge of extinction when they were about to leave and begged him.
While they did not recieve a chance to be a concubine or even just bear his child as their ancestors and their ancestor's ancestors hoped, they did recieve a solution to the problem.
Akin to a world tree that could bear elves without a mate, the nymphs recieved a different flower each. If they cared for the flower, nurtured it well and willed for it, it would eventually bear a child.
