Keiren Ogygia
"Storyteller!"
Keiran's eyes widened. There was someone who recognized him all the way out in this gods-forsaken kingdom? He watched as one of the trolls dragged a mermaid towards the pot. He almost stopped humming in surprise. The Princess! What cruel fate brought her here? He watched in admiration as she sent the water from the pot at the trolls and he dearly wished that it was boiling. At her words, he nodded and dried himself with the towel. He ran after her as he did so, his legs forming from fins.
"You have excellent timing, Princess," he told her, grimacing as he heard the outraged roars of his would-be-cooks. He shook his head, "Not that I'm not grateful, but why are you in this country? The stories are right. It is dangerous."
Not that he had room to talk. He frowned as he heard the trolls approach. He took out his flute.
"I will hide us from sight, though I cannot disguise the song," he told her before blowing into his flute, producing a simple tune as he and Aleiia-Serria faded into thin air.
Beren Kiran
Beren relaxed slightly as he heard his wife approach. She was the one thing he had been willing to be completely selfish about. He didn't care how many nobles he offended by marrying her. She understood him and he loved her dearly. It angered him how she was treated by the stuck-up mages of her birth country. It confirmed his suspicions of the other nations. At her words, he smiled slightly.
"She is probably watching the animals. Goddess knows she loves them."