In a dense golden-leafed forest, there hid a beautiful pavilion. Under the shelter of a roof made of marble, Klaus and the High Queen sat at one table.
Elven servants, elegantly dressed in long white robes with flowing hair, carefully poured tea into gold-lined cups. The delightful scent of herbal tea quickly filled the air around them.
As Klaus sipped his tea, the High Queen silently glanced at him, her mind filled with questions and tension. Then, she ordered the servants to leave. She wanted to speak with Klaus personally.
"So, what brings you here?" the High Queen asked, gathering her courage.
Hearing the question, Klaus grinned. He placed his teacup on the table and said, "I want to know more about you first."
The High Queen raised her eyebrows. "My name is a closely guarded secret. Very few know my name, even among our own elven people. It's a part of our tradition."
Klaus chuckled, "This isn't a request. It's an order."
