After subduing the Demoness Maraxa, and Ophelia gaining control of her, you bid farewell for now them both.

"We must be off, back to Esfirtl. When the time comes to fight, we will call to you." Allara says with a big smile.

"We will be ready." Maraxa says nonchalantly.

You exit the library, and meet with Saffira outside. "Alright, you two. Ready to go back to Esfirtl? I hope Ophelia didn't give you too much trouble?" Saffira asks quizzically.

"I think we managed just fine." Allara says, giving you a smirk.

"That's... Concerning..." Saffira says with worry on her face. "I don't even want to know what she got you two into."

"I don't think it's as much of a 'what', more than it is a 'who'." Allara says with a big smile.

"NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! LA LA LA LA!" Saffira yells, plugging her ears with her fingers. "Let's just get back to Esfirtl, I hear the Queen has something special planned for you two."

Saffira channels the portal to Esfirtl, and you arrive in the palace dining hall.

"Ah! The Guests of Honor have finally arrived! Welcome, to A Hero's Remembrance! This is a celebration for all you two have done to ensure our victory over the Ancient Dragonlord! I have gathered all the Allies I could to be here today. There are plenty of spirits, a banquet of food, and plenty of time to spend with you, heroes. With us today, is King Aldric of Aldenhigh! Saffira, Master Mage of Astrenna! Ariell, Master Blacksmith from Dhag Faldir! Also, Alys, the fierce spellblade fresh off her training at the Aldenhigh Warrior's guild! Edraxia! The new Queen of Dragonia! But friends, and heroes, I have one last surprise for our champions. Please welcome, from the Hidden Shanare Village, The Archdruid, Tamiko!" Queen Kirandra announces to the entire room.

"Can you believe this? How did the Queen find Tamiko?" Allara asks you, joy spread all over her face.

"So please, my heroes. Enjoy yourselves, and enjoy each other!" Queen Kirandra says, looking at you with a seductive smirk.

"I think I can manage that," you reply with a smile, taking in the grand hall and all its distinguished guests. The atmosphere is electric; everyone seems to be buzzing with excitement and admiration for your heroic deeds. As you look around, each person's gaze lingers on you just a moment longer than necessary, their expressions ranging from adoration to fascination to... something else entirely.

You spot Allara beaming at you across the hall, her white hair and witch hat standing out against the colorful crowd.

"Hello, my dear friend," Allara says with a warm smile as she walks over to you. "This celebration is truly an honor. I must say, I never thought we'd be able to gather so many allies and friends in one place." She pauses for a moment, her expression turning mischievous. "But now that they're all here... who knows what kind of trouble you might get into?"

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she leans closer, their red color standing out against her pale skin.

Allara chuckles lightly as she studies your face. "Oh, you mean from the times I had to heal you? Well, I'm an Elf; we have a natural resistance to scarring. Besides, it was all worth it in the end." Her hand gently touches yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "I wouldn't trade those memories for anything."

Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she smiles again. "But enough about that!

"Now," Allara says with a wicked glint in her eye, "we enjoy ourselves! Why don't you come with me and meet some of the other guests? I promise they're all quite interesting." She takes your hand in hers and leads you through the crowd.

As you walk together, you catch sight of Saffira laughing heartily at something Edraxia said across the hall. The Dragon Princess glances over her shoulder at you and winks before turning back to the mage with a playful smile.

"Oh, you have no idea," Allara replies with a knowing smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "But then again, I suppose that's part of the fun, isn't it? Being the center of attention like this?" She squeezes your hand reassuringly.

As they approach Saffira and Edraxia, Allara makes an introduction: "Henry, these two lovely ladies are Saffira and Edraxia. Saffira is from Astrenna and a powerful mage...

"Well, that's good to hear," Allara says with a grin. "Saffira and Edraxia, this is our friend and hero, Henry." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "The one who saved us all from the Ancient Dragonlord."

"Ah, yes..." Saffira says dryly, rolling her eyes. "We've heard quite a bit about you." Edraxia, on the other hand, gives you a genuine smile and extends her hand.

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"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Edraxia says warmly, her voice smooth as silk. "I must admit, I was quite impressed by your bravery and cunning during our encounter with the demoness." She glances over at Allara before adding, "Even if she did manage to escape in the end."

Saffira snorts derisively. "Oh, don't worry about her," she says dismissively. "She won't get far on her own."

"Well," Allara says with a chuckle, "let's hope not. But enough about that! We should find some food and drink; it's been quite an eventful day." She leads the group towards the banquet tables, where delicious smells fill the air and servants dressed in livery cater to their every need.

As you sit down at a table together, Saffira leans in close and whispers conspiratorially, "So... what do you think of our Queen? Isn't she just wonderful?"

Saffira grins knowingly at you and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, come on now! You must have noticed how she was looking at you earlier." She pauses dramatically before adding, "I can tell you right now that if she had her way, you'd be spending the entire night in her chambers." Edraxia snorts into her drink while Allara blushes and stammers out an apology.

"Ah, don't mind her," Edraxia says with a laugh.

Saffira cackles, amused by your surprise. "Oh, she has interest in you all right. And not just because of what you've done for us either. You have quite the...presence about you." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm sure she won't be the only one looking to get closer tonight." Edraxia snorts again, clearly finding this all highly amusing.

Saffira chuckles and takes a sip of her wine. "Oh, I could try...but you know how queens are. They like to be in control." She winks at you playfully. "But don't worry, with everyone here tonight, there will be plenty of opportunities for mischief."

Edraxia leans back in her chair, regarding you thoughtfully. "You know, Henry," she says slowly, "it seems to me that you have quite the choice ahead of you.

Edraxia smiles enigmatically. "Well, you could spend the night in the arms of our lovely Queen," she says with a hint of sarcasm. "Or perhaps you would prefer the company of a powerful mage? Or even a Dragon Princess?" Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before she continues, "Or maybe...just maybe...you could choose to spend it with none of us."

Allara looks at Edraxia curiously. "What do you mean by that?" "Oh, nothing,"

"Well, well," Saffira says with a grin. "Looks like we have a choice to make, don't we?" She winks at Allara, who blushes slightly and looks away. "I guess it all depends on what our dear Henry wants."

Edraxia raises an eyebrow. "Or maybe," she says thoughtfully, "Henry could choose to spend the night with all of us." Her voice is smooth as silk, but there's a hint of challenge in her eyes.

Saffira cackles loudly at Edraxia's suggestion before turning back to you. "So, it's decided then? You want Allara?" She grins slyly, obviously enjoying the sexual tension in the air. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in that. After all, she's mine for the evening as well."

Allara blushes even deeper at Saffira's words but doesn't seem to mind.

Saffira throws her head back and laughs heartily at your retort. "Oh, you!" she says, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "You know I was only teasing." She pauses for a moment before adding with a wink, "But if that's how you feel about it..."

Edraxia chuckles softly and sips at her wine. "Well then," she says, "I suppose we should leave the two of you to...enjoy your evening."

Allara looks at you with gratitude in her eyes as she takes your hand once more. "Thank you," she whispers, squeezing it gently. Her gaze travels over your body, taking in every detail of your form before meeting yours again. She leans in close, brushing the corner of her lips against yours in a soft, tender kiss that sends shivers down your spine.

"I'm so glad you're mine," she says when they pull apart, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tonight...

"You?" Allara asks with a chuckle. "Oh, no need to apologize, dearest." She runs her fingers through your hair, her touch sending tingles down your spine. "I quite enjoy knowing that you feel that way about me. It makes me feel...safe, and cherished. And isn't that what true love is all about?" Her lips curve into a sultry smile as she leans in closer still, their breath mingling together in the air between them.

"Besides,"

"besides," Allara whispers against your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "I rather enjoy being possessive of you as well." Her fingers travel lower on your chest, teasing the flesh beneath before slipping inside the collar of your shirt. "And there's nothing that can stop me from having what I want..." She trails off with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with desire.

Allura stands up, taking Henry by the hand. Her dress flows around her as she leads him out of the banquet hall and down a long corridor, lit only by flickering torchlight. The sounds of revelry grow distant with each step they take. Finally, they reach a pair of ornate double doors, guarded by two burly elven soldiers.

"Your quarters, milady," one of them says, snapping to attention.

"Of course I do," Allara says with a dismissive wave of her hand as she and Henry approach the guards. "Especially on a night like this." She turns to one of them, nodding curtly. "Open the doors."

The guard hesitates for a moment before doing as he's told, sliding his key into the lock and opening the door with a creak. Allara sweeps past him, pulling Henry inside her chambers.

Allura's chambers are as lavish as one might expect from an Elven noblewoman. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, while delicate paintings hang between them. The furniture is made of finely polished wood inlaid with precious metals, and soft carpets cover the floor to muffle footsteps. A large four-poster bed sits at the center of the room, its covers thrown back invitingly.

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