Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

Lifting her crown, Paarthurnax continued deeper into the first in search of her beau. His scent was strong, suggesting that he'd passed through recently or was nearby, and she opted for the latter. When finally she skipped through a dense cluster of trees and into a small clearing, her vivid copper eyes settled on his figure.

She went to him, confidence in her stride and her tail swishing contently at her rear, and she sidled up alongside Shadow with a flirtatious brush off her flank to his. "I wish you many years of reign, my King," the slender beauty crooned, stepping forward and briefly looking back to continue their stroll. "Will you walk with me? The night is young."