Without warning, edraxia pulls Allara's head down into a scorching kiss. Her tongue dances with hers, her hands roaming over her body possessively. "I love you..." she whispers against Allara's lips before pulling back to breathe heavily, her eyes never leaving their joined gaze.

Below them, your hips snap faster and harder, driving into Allara with a force that shakes the bed.

Her heart races, her body trembling with anticipation as she watches your expression, sees the lust and desire burning in your eyes. "I love you..." she whispers again, this time to you. Her voice is raw and hoarse from exertion, but it carries across the room nonetheless.

Her hips buck up into you one final time, her body arching back as pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your response, but she does not pull away. Instead, she places a hand on your cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength behind it. "You don't have to die," she whispers. "I can heal you."

Then, with a flick of her wrist, Edraxia closes your wounds, sealing them shut and making you whole once more. She steps back, studying your face carefully. When she sees no sign of pain or discomfort, she nods in satisfaction.

"Because," Edraxia says softly, "I want to see what happens next." She looks at you for a long moment before finally speaking again. "You have proven yourself to be loyal... now prove that I was not mistaken in my assessment of you."

She turns and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. But she doesn't get far; after only a few steps, she stops and turns back to face you once more.

"Come find me when you are ready,"

Her eyes meet yours unflinchingly as she nods slowly. "Then we shall be wed," she says with a quiet determination. "And together, we will rule over two great kingdoms, side by side." Her voice carries on the breeze, full of hope and promise for the future that lies ahead of them.

Together, you step into your tent, closing the flap behind you and sealing your fate forever.

Inside the tent, you and Edraxia begin to plan for your wedding, discussing everything from the color of her dress to the menu for the reception. She laughs easily at your jokes and teasing, a sound that warms your heart every time it fills the air around you.

As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, casting golden light through the small window in the tent's back wall, you realize that you could not imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.