"Moradin, look at what your Chosen has done!"
The Lady of Silver's exquisite, radiant face, brimming with maternal tenderness, was filled with heartache. She hugged Aaron from behind, the thin white chiffon sleeves over her delicate hands trailing down his chest. A faint mist welled in her beautiful eyes. "My child endured so much suffering just to complete your child's task, and now he wants a reasonable explanation. Moradin, I always thought you were a god who stood for order and goodness!"
"Lady of Silver, I did not tell my people to break their agreement..." Moradin's avatar said, his face darkening. "I merely told your child not to speak recklessly. He..."
Selûne paid no attention whatsoever to what Moradin was saying. The Lady of Silver hugged Aaron tighter, her heart aching for him. "My child~ You've suffered so much. Don't be afraid. All you need to do is turn that cold rationality against your enemies on the battlefield. In front of me, you don't have to hold yourself back. Just let Mommy spoil you. With Mommy here, this dwarf can't do anything to you."
"Mmph~ Mmmph~" Aaron felt as though his head had been wedged between two balls of cotton. He made muffled noises for ages without managing a single complete sentence.
"Selûne..." The dwarven god-king's expression darkened further.
Today, the Lady of Silver wore a strapless formal gown as pure white as snowy jade, her silky silver hair flowing down to her waist. White silk gloves covered her delicate hands, and a fitted bodice of sheer white gauze covered her upper body. Her elegant, swanlike neck and exquisite pale collarbones were fully exposed, while ribbons cinched her slender waist so tightly that one hand could have encircled it.
Beneath the long gown, her straight, alluring legs were bare of