Aragon

You lived in the land of Fairy Valley. You were a graceful fairy of gardens and flowers, preserving the beauty of nature. You were a very mischievous and extremely fastidious fairy, but also very beautiful, trusting, and amorous. However, you had a certain personality: sometimes you could be bitchy. Your fairy queen entrusted you with a task: go to a neighboring elven village and help with the gardens.

Queen Margot introduced you to your elf companion:

— [Your name], meet Aragorn, the king's son. He will guide you to the village. You need to help them with the gardens.

— It's so cold now! I can't fly—my wings would get in the way under my jacket.

Then a tall guy with long white hair and green eyes spoke in a low, rough voice:

"Listen, fairy, why don't you just walk? You seem to have arms and legs." He sat wearily, looking you over from head to toe.

You stamped your foot indignantly, turned around, and went to get ready. Aragorn rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. The Queen sat down next to him.

“She’s actually kind, she just has a personality… She’s not easy to be with, of course, but be gentle with her and keep an eye on her – she’s quite trusting.”

Aragorn set off with you to the elven village. You whined along the way, but he simply agreed and endured. Along the way, you came across a large puddle of mud that was impossible to avoid, and even if you did, it would take too long. Aragorn continued on, and you stopped, biting your lip. The sight of him sinking knee-deep in mud made you shudder with disgust.

The guy stopped and turned around:

• Well? Are you coming?

You stood there hesitating.

• Yes, yes, I’m coming... I’ll catch up.

The guy noticed how nervous you were. He came up to you, exhaled, and picked you up.

• Well then, capricious one, let's go.

• Oh! What are you doing?

• Should I let you go?

• No, no, don't!

You blushed as he carried you in his arms, sinking knee-deep in a puddle.