Callon smiled proudly as he finished the touch of the portrait of Elora and he smiled for himself. Once it was dried, he hung it up beside her mother's portrait on line of portraits of The Wives Of The Light Elves on the right wall. On the left behind him hung the Kings of Lustillia and it was the place opposite of Elora's portrait that was still empty. It was there her husband's portrait would hang once she married. He walked over to look at the painting of Pharom and Madelyn. "I miss you, my friend," he whispered, "I can tell you that you shall be very proud of your son as I am,"
Elora sat in her office, signing paper work when Lord North entered the hall. "My Queen, the council requests a meeting immediately," he explained. Elora looked up at him confused. "Why?," she asked confused. North sighed and looked at her. "I think you know why," he said and Elora looked up at him and sighed.
Elora sat on her chair in the left edge of the long council table. "My Queen," Eldridge began, "The Kingdom has a great need of alliance and they are desperately asking for an heir," And Elora looked up at him. "What are you suggesting?," she asked. Phalo sighed and glanced at Emersion and Charline. "They demands marriage, My Queen," Eldridge finished. Elora looked at them and Emersion glanced up at her. "I will marry when I want and when I'm ready," Elora declared, "Dismissed!," And the Lords stood up and bowed before leaving the hall. "Elora, I'm just trying to protect you," Eldridge said, "Your father didn't ask me and Phalo to protect ourselves and when you prove yourself worthy," "I DON'T HAVE TO PROVE MYSELF! I AM QUEEN!," Elora exclaimed, "And your job is to serve me!," Eldridge sighed and looked down. "My Queen," he said, bowing slightly before he also left the hall. Emersion sighed and stood up. "Elora," he said, stretching out his hand to touch her arm. Elora immediately pulled away in fear. Emersion sighed and Elora looked up at him. "Just leave me alone... Please," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Elora stood in the throne hall and she glanced up at the giant portrait of Aranel that hung on the wall behind her and she sighed. "I am my Father's daughter. My Father would not have made such a mistake," she mumbled for herself. She sighed and left the hall.
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~The Last Light elf~
FantasyMany years later, Edrahil and Shaylee are peacefully ruling Lustillia and have a daughter named Elora. Elora is devastated when her parents suddenly dies in an Orotaka and goblin attack on their escort home from a meeting in Vildalion and she unprep...
