The night was deep.
Wushan Castle, bustling with activity all day, finally fell quiet. Ronin's wedding chamber was silent as well.
Blanche had already fallen into a deep sleep in Ronin's arms.
Although she was a Senior Mage, a Transcendent, a Mage's physical constitution was never particularly strong. Coupled with a busy day, she was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open.
Ronin felt the smoothness of her skin pressed against him. As he gazed at her bare shoulder, the passionate scene from moments before replayed in his mind, and an unconscious smile touched his lips.
He gently kissed her forehead, then quietly rose and walked to the window.
Outside, the starry sky was brilliant, seemingly within arm's reach.
Ronin took a deep breath, savoring the cool night air and the faint scent of flowers drifting in. A sense of heroic ambition surged within him.
'I've finally established a firm foothold in this Otherworld.'
