Beastaria, Alfia
"Why won't you tell me who that elf was? Why are you hiding such things from me? I'm your queen!"
"Did your father send you?" Rathagun, without an ounce of love or kindness in his words, scowled at his wife while continuing to write. "My answer has been consistent. I do not know who he was. The court has dismissed the matter; why do you still insist?"
Delimira looked at her husband's face. "You know better than I. If another Supreme Wizard exists among elves, then your throne would be in danger. Yet, I see you smile and show joy you've never shown before—It makes me wonder."
"Wonder about what?" Rathagun asked back."The greatest threat to my throne doesn't come from some unknown elf, but your father. To this day, he continues to try and rally the elders to force me out of the throne if I don't make an offspring with you."
