Deren thought, No wonder they didn't bring Derek along this time. If he found out what kind of race he might have to marry, he'd probably want to die. Would he jump straight into the seabed where the Red Dragon attacked him and hide there for ten thousand years?
The seabed? Deren suddenly thought of something and quietly asked Jaina, "Um, is that Naga messenger Queen Azshara sent still around? The one called Darktide or something?"
Jaina raised an eyebrow. She understood what Deren meant, but she did not want her brother to marry a Naga. That was too crazy. She kept a straight face and shook her head, signaling him not to bring it up.
Well, well. The old sea dog had once looked down on Deren, but now that he was after his ideal daughter-in-law, he had started calling him "dear."
"There's a high-ranking Naga Grand Duke in Theramore. I don't know..." Deren said hesitantly.
"Naga!" Daelin's body jolted, his eyes lighting up as he said in a trembling voice, "You mean one of those serpent-like Naga monsters from the ocean? A high-ranking leader among them?"
Deren nodded blankly.
Daelin could no longer sit still. He rose to his feet and paced in small circles a few times, then slapped his hand down and said to Deren, "This is good, this is good. Naga! They're a perfect match for my Kul Tiras. We both rule the seas. We control the surface, while they roam the deep."
Deren said weakly, "It's just that, in terms of age, she's also someone from ancient times."
"That doesn't matter anymore. As long as two young people are in love, love can break through every worldly obstacle!" Daelin declared righteously.
Katherine looked as though she wanted to cry but had no tears left.