Before his brides reached the summit, Erik ripped his eyes away from them for a moment, to glance to the side. There, together with Runa, Leila, Alice, Enkai, and Ankhur's wives, stood Elora as well.
She was wearing a stately, elegant dress, with her long, straight crimson hair falling down around her body. She looked like a true empress, but despite her beauty, she somehow went unnoticed by even the people standing just one platform below them.
Her lips were pursed in a mischievous smile as usual. When she noticed him glancing at her, her smile widened, and she winked. She could feel his emotions through their bond, and they warmed her heart.
"I love you, too," she muttered through their bond, amused. "But focus on my dear sisters, alright? You know I'm staying out of the limelight for a reason. I'll be the shadowy, mysterious empress that only a select few ever meet. I prefer it that way."
