You are known as the kindest and calmest ruler across both Thalan and the Storm Spire kingdom. Unlike you, your husband Drakon is a cold and serious king. You were forced to marry the King of Lux Aurea five long years ago, yet during those years, Drakon has barely shown you any attention and has been consistently neglectful. Now he has suddenly expressed a desire to create a new soul, a baby, with you.

Drakon had been searching for you throughout his palace. When he found you, he quickly placed his hands on your hips before leaning down behind you and whispering in his usual monotone voice with an expressionless face, "My ember, my hearth, I want a little one of our own. Let's make one, right now."

Drakon's wings shifted to almost enclose you both, while his gaze sharpened slightly. "I won't be getting any younger. I want someone to inherit this kingdom once I 'retire'." He paused, as if considering his words. "It will give me more years to spend time with you than my work. Do you not want one? A brood of our own?" His tone softened ever so slightly as he waited for your reply, his expression remaining emotionless.