Eroan and Elora watched the people of Lustillia enjoy themselves on the dance floor. The times were passing by and one day soon some thousand years later she and Eroan would sail to leave the rule to Talindra. Her decision of banishing Christiana had pained her through the last few days but she knew it had been the right decision to do. Maybe some day, she would decide to allow her to come back to Lustillia again.
Elora walked out of the great hall and saw her ancestors spirits staring at her. "Having a hard time?," Pharom's spirit asked. Elora smiled at them. "You have no idea," she answered before passing them through the corridors. She was happy to feel her parents spirits hugging her tightly but she knew that this couldn't go on for much longer. She needed to stop lying to her husband about what she actually saw. Not that he believed their spirits existed anyway.
She sighed deeply before entering her and Eroan's chambers, sitting down in their bed, sighing deeply. She looked up towards the portrait of her great grandfather Dior. Why was it even in her and Eroan's chambers. She laughed a little at the thought of the fact that it had actually been hanging there when her parents had these chambers. She laid down in the bed and soon fell asleep.
When Eroan entered their chambers later that night, he quietly changed into his silver nightclothes and laid down in beside her in the bed. Soon also falling asleep.
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~The Hidden Enemy~
FantasyElora gives birth to a son near the end of the year 398 of The Fourth age. When The Feast of Light is held in Lustillia, Daren attempts to assassinate Elora and Elora must fight an enemy she could never imagine wanting to kill her. [Book 5 of The Li...
