Mystara had known his intentions all along, she only wished to confirm his true character. Indeed this Elven noble thought highly of himself. It seems as though for now he wishes to treat her with some form of mutual respect. How long this may last, she does not know.
It matters not, because if she doesn’t find a way to escape on her own, her mate will surely come for her. There is no doubt in her mind that Jeremiah will succeed.
For now, she feels as though she must tread lightly.
“What an honor to have bestowed upon me, oh noble Elven prince. I only hope to prove my worthiness.” She says as she bravely takes a step closer to him.
A hushed murmur is heard from the crowd. She is so close now that she can see her own reflection in his dark brown Elven eyes. There is something else in hi
