Emperor Alric smoothly steps in, his voice cutting through the growing, heavy tension between Rhaegor and my parents. "What is it that finally drew the Great Rhaegor out of his cavern after all these years?" he asks, his tone respectful but searching.
Rhaegor looks at me, a quick, cheeky grin flashing across his face for just a fraction of a second before he turns back to the Emperor. His voice drops into a deep, earth-shaking rumble. "You didn't invite me to witness history, Alric! Lucian has married an Elf. The two most powerful, long-standing enemies have finally become family. Such an event deserves a witness."
The Emperor bows his head slightly, his expression genuinely apologetic. "Our humblest apologies, Tyrant! The marriage ceremony was an incredibly tense and heavy event between our two races. We feared that having your almighty, overwhelming presence there might have caused... misunderstandings within the Elvanyr Dominion."
