Farewell hugs. Farewell words. And something else.

In the arms of the stunningly handsome elven aristocrat, the queen felt pleasure, but also a growing sense of anxiety...

This night changed a lot....

Caressing the smooth skin on the neck of the magnificent elf with her graceful fingers, the queen quietly whispered, pressing closer to the body of this man who had inseminated her: "Slyvunias... Will you stay with me? I could find you a position at the royal court... After all, you have noble status and you will be received at court with honor..."

The elf's large, beautiful eyes, like sapphires, looked as if into the very soul of the human woman.

The elf smiles with a condescending expression, as if he heard some funny phrase of an unreasonable child: "How sweet... What a characteristic manifestation of the human psyche... Alas, my charming milady... No matter how wonderful your naive emotional attachment to my person is - I will soon be **** to leave these lands. Think for yourself - if I take advantage of the hospitality of your king for a long time - this will arouse suspicion. Suspicion will develop into paranoid surveillance. And the result will be very unpleasant consequences. Both for you and for me."

Isolde involuntarily felt that tears were starting to flow from her eyes little by little.

"There is no need to cry, my beautiful milady... Inevitability should be accepted with stoic calm. The nature of humans determines a very short lifespan... So it is worth enjoying every moment of this short time, and not plunging into the depths of the ocean of sadness..." - some cold non-human philosophical perception of reality emanates from the elf's comforting words.

His graceful body presses closer...

His long golden hair exudes a pleasant aroma of spring herbs...

His hands gently caress the excited nipples on the large titties of Isolde...

The woman again feels a surge of sexual arousal.

She moans softly.

However, her mind manages to catch important thoughts: "Slyvunias just wants to distract me from sad thoughts about the future... But I must ensure the safety of my child..."

"And what about your relatives and their feudal holdings? Perhaps I could visit you on your lands in the future. We would meet again..." - the queen asks.

The elf kisses her lips tenderly, caresses the lobe of her left ear with his tongue, and then whispers: "What an obvious motive... You, humans, are not at all good at disguising your thoughts... You are concerned with protecting your child. You want the elves to protect it..."

Isolde blushes with embarrassment, like a little girl who has been caught violating her parents' orders.

The elf continues: "Your little state... the Kingdom of Eborvair... Your country was founded quite recently - only about two hundred years ago. That is slightly less than the lifespan of one elven person in these troubled times. Elves used to live much longer... Your kingdom was founded by some wandering mercenary named Teinarel the Rockclimber. I read in the annals that this mercenary probably had some insignificant share of elven blood in his veins. Most likely - less than a quarter. At least - his name is clearly of elven origin. But do you know, my beauty, what is the current attitude in elven communities towards halfbloodlings?"

The queen felt a surge of anxiety from the realization of how her child would be treated...

Slyvunias seemed to understand everything from just one expression on the woman's face: "Yes... You understood the situation correctly. Half-elves cannot count on equal treatment in the elven states. There are only two elven states now: the Free City of Tior-Faen - a trading city-state with a republican form of government, which is located on a distant island in the southern seas; there, half-elves are used as soldiers, mercenaries, and middle-level executives in the management hierarchy - but all the "heights of management" are occupied by pure-blooded elves; the second elven state is the Great Domain of Loten-Rael... My homeland..."

The queen recalls that Slyvunias arrived on a small ship sailing along the river from the southwest. "And in your homeland, is the attitude towards half-elves different?" the woman asks timidly, while the elf's fingers caress her plump buttocks and her tender titties.

The elf replies: "Yes, of course. In my homeland, half-elves are treated differently. Much worse. The Great Domain of Loten-Rael is a small elven state located in the southwestern part of the continent. This state is surrounded by hostile neighbors and is very limited in its resources... Its monarchical rulers are obsessed with ideas of isolationism and ideas of unyielding adherence to traditions... Even if these traditions are outdated and contradict reality... Therefore, half-elves are simply not allowed to live on the territory of my homeland. "This land is only for pure-blooded elves who honor ancient traditions!" - this is the principle of the ruler of this land, The Supreme Most Serene Lord. And most of his elven subjects share this principle..."

Isolde again feels tears flowing from her eyes...

"Can I really not count on any help from the elves for my child?!" - sad thoughts dominate her mind.

"Of course, I personally do not hold the same views as my relatives... That is why I left my homeland and went on a journey through the remote lands of the central regions of the continent. My castle is ruled by my brother Lioris... And I am tired of futile attempts to recreate the greatness of the ancient Elven Empire of Diamond Throne..."

"What is the purpose of your journey, Slyvunias?" - Isolde asks timidly.

The elf says, sighing sadly: "I want to enjoy the beauty of this world, taste various pleasures and imprint images of exotic magical phenomena in my mind. Previously (before the Collapse of the Ancient Empire), the life expectancy of elves was much longer... We lived for many centuries, sometimes even a millennium... In these sad times, the elven life expectancy barely reaches 230 years... And I am already 196 years old. I want to have time to enjoy the breath of life and the beauty of the world before the inevitable final of my existence... That is why I wander... That is why I have rejected everything unimportant - the worship of gods, ancient traditions, vain aspirations, primitive passions like caring for offspring... After all, if the image of Eternal Nihility is ever closer to your face, then everything secondary loses its meaning..."

The Queen felt a chill on her skin...

The elf is 196 years old...

And yet his appearance is amazingly handsome, as if he were 20 years old, like Queen Isolde herself!

But what he said...

This depresses Isolde - "caring for offspring is a primitive passion" from the point of view of Slyvunias.

And his elven relatives do not allow half-elves to live on the territory of their state, the Great Domain of Loten-Rael.

So, Queen Isolde clearly shouldn't count on help from them...

Tender touches distract Isolde from sad thoughts again...

Night passion flares up with renewed vigor...

As a result, after some time, Isolde falls asleep in the arms of an elf.

Waking up early in the morning, the queen quickly dresses and leaves the secluded room located in the north-eastern wing of the castle.

Among her clothes, she finds a small envelope sealed with wax with a symbol in the form of pearls and intertwined tree branches.

Isolde easily guesses that this is elven noble symbol...

Slyvunias left her a parting gift?

The woman hides this envelope among the fabric folds of her magnificent dress in the décolleté area.

The rest of the day the queen is **** to participate in the boring and burdensome ceremonies of the royal court.

Only in the evening, the servants, on her behalf, learn about what the elf nobleman, who attended the ball yesterday, is doing.

Slyvunias gave his servants orders to prepare things and supplies for tomorrow's departure from the castle. He also hired a group of locals to travel with him (as mountain guides) through the mountain paths in a north-eastern direction.

Tomorrow the elf will leave the castle.

Tomorrow he will leave the life of Queen Isolde.

He will leave her life forever...

Having learned all this, Isolde barely held back her tears.

But the thought of her own child allowed her to maintain her composure.

When the servants left and the queen was alone in her chambers, she carefully took out that small envelope, sealed with wax with an elven symbol.

"What's inside? What did the father of my child leave me as a farewell?" - these thoughts haunted Isolde.

Her fingers slowly open the envelope...