The Queen guided you through a door at the rear of the throne room and down the hall into what appears to be a bedchamber. It was there that she took your hand and said, "Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?"
"Wait, you're proposing marriage to me?" you said to her. "We've only just met; I barely know you at all!"
"No doubt you saw the silver throne in bloom, right?"
"The flower next to the one you were sitting on? Yes."
"It is blessed by the goddesses; blooming in reaction to the one who is worthy of becoming the Queen's High Princess."
"Maybe- it reacted to one of the other fairies that brought me in." you said, trying to explain away this strange situation.
"It reacted to you alone. I know, because my heart reacted in the same way when you approached." She then placed her hand on your chest and placed yours on hers. "Besides, I'm sure you feel it too, how our hearts resonate." You can't help but feel she has a point. From the moment you first looked upon her, you felt a stirring in your heart; a deep spiritual connection that makes you feel like you've known her your whole life.
"This is still too fast;" you said, pulling away; "I mean, I have a life back home, I just moved into a new house, and somehow I doubt I can make this just a weekend thing."
"Yes, you would have to sever all ties with your human life and become a fairy. Do not feel pressured to accept right away, or even at all if that's how you feel. I am patient; I will allow you all the time you need to say your farewells and put your affairs in order if you so choose. I won't even hold it against you if you refuse." She came closer to you. "However, allow me this one favor before deciding what to do next."
The queen leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, somehow, it felt as if your souls were kissing. Her lips were sweet enough you felt tempted to slip your tongue into her mouth. When she broke the kiss, she looked into your eyes, anticipating your response.