“So… Nysera is the dark-skinned woman I asked about when you returned?” She asked.
“Yes, that’s her.” Draekon nodded.
Vaelora leaned back slightly, deep in thought. “Who is she, really?”
“She’s one of the princesses of Ignarion.”
“I see.” Vaelora’s voice was small, thoughtful. Then her brow furrowed. “I saw her in a vision. She was standing naked. In front of you.”
Draekon froze, quite stunned. He took a deep breath, wanting to ask her how she could see visions, but decided to leave it for later.
“When I went to Ignarion, they made me an offer. They wanted me to take Nysera as my first royal consort. That was their only condition for me to rule over the Dragonborns as Sovereign. They wanted her to bear a pure blooded DragonBorn heir, who would take after me as Sovereign over Ignario
