Days turn into weeks, and then into months, as the war continues to rage on around them. Arzuda remains by Orelia's side, serving both as her advisor and her lover. Their relationship is kept secret from the rest of the elves; they know that if word ever got out about a dragon living among them, it would throw the entire kingdom into chaos.

But despite the secrecy, Orelia finds herself growing more in love with Arzuda every day.

The sun shines brightly overhead as Orelia and Arzuda take a leisurely stroll through the palace gardens. They've managed to steal away from their duties for a few precious moments, enjoying each other's company in the peacefulness of nature.

As they round a corner, they come upon a group of young elflings playing hide-and-seek among the trees and bushes. The children see them and squeal with delight, darting over to surround them eagerly.

The warm sun shines down on William's face as he sleeps peacefully in the garden; his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Orelia can't help but feel a pang of longing in her heart as she watches him. She kneels beside him, carefully studying his features: the straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones...everything about him is perfect.

Tentatively, she reaches out a shaking hand and traces the line of his jaw with her fingertips. William stirs slightly in his sleep but doesn't wake up. She leans in closer, closing her eyes as she breathes in the scent of his skin, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

Her heart races wildly in her chest; a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She can feel herself becoming aroused by this simple act of touching him, of being so close to him...

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony; a dance that is both passionate and tender. His hands roam freely over her body now, exploring every curve and hollow with possessive affection. She twists her head to look back at him, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments before she closes them again, lost in the pleasure he's giving her.

Her breath comes faster and faster as they reach the apex of their passion, each thrust driving them closer to the brink.

With a hoarse cry that mingles with his own words of release, she feels herself shatter around him. Her body tenses and convulses as waves of pleasure wash over her, and she arches her back off the bed in ecstasy. He follows seconds later, groaning her name as he spills himself deep inside her.

For what feels like an eternity, they remain locked together; their hearts racing, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

She stands before her advisors, William at her side, as they discuss the growing threat posed by the demons and their human allies. She looks around at their grim faces, knowing that time is running out for them all. It's then that she has an epiphany; a plan so daring, so risky, that it might just save them all.

She turns to William, her eyes filled with determination and hope. "William," she says firmly, "I need you to take me to the swords."

Without waiting for a response, she motions for one of her guards to accompany them as they make their way through the forest towards the ancient pedestal where the glowing swords are hidden. As they near their destination, she can feel the power emanating from the swords growing stronger; calling out to her like a beacon in the darkness.

When they finally reach the pedestal, she steps forward and places her hands on either side of it, closing her eyes as she focuses all of her energy on the task at hand.

Her heart skips a beat at the feel of his smooth skin beneath her touch as she looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of rebellion or deceit. Finding none, she releases her grip on his shoulders and takes a step back, regaining her composure. "Good," she says again, her voice returning to its usual sternness.

She nods towards the door. "Go now, and await further instructions in my private chambers."

William hesitates for a moment before bowing his head respectfully and turning to leave the room. As he passes by her, she can't help but catch the scent of his hair, so clean and pure despite all that he's been through. She watches him until he disappears from sight, her heart racing wildly in her chest as she tries to make sense of what just happened.

It's not like her to feel this way about someone; to care so deeply for a mere human soldier...

Her eyes widen with surprise at his quick acceptance, but then she feels an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. She nods eagerly, smiling brightly as she reaches out to clasp his hand in hers. "Wonderful!" she exclaims softly, squeezing his hand gently. "You won't regret this, William."

She pulls him close, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she feels the warmth of his skin against hers;

It's been several days since William agreed to stay with Orelia and help her lead the elves. The time they've spent together has been nothing short of transformative for both of them; their connection growing stronger each day as they work together to navigate the complex politics and intrigues of court life.

As her advisor, William has proven himself invaluable; his wisdom and experience guiding Orelia through difficult decisions and helping her gain the respect and loyalty of her people.