Every decoration in the Lord's Sanctum displayed a distinctly elven beauty.
Valeera wore a gray leather combat outfit, its muted colors entirely out of place amid the opulent surroundings.
Erastha rose from his gold-trimmed seat and temporarily dismissed all the maids from the hall. Hoping to grow closer to Valeera, who had been missing for years, he set aside all the airs of a lord.
"After all these years, you're still just as beautiful, Valeera." Erastha was powerfully built, with regular features. His slightly dusky complexion gave him a mature, masculine appeal.
Erastha's feelings were sincere, a trace of sorrow lingering between his brows.
Valeera remained expressionless as she stated her purpose.
"I am now a special envoy for the Norwington Family's Merchants' Guild in Kul Tiras. I've come to Silvermoon City to discuss trade in spell materials with the Sanguinar lord."
She was still just as distant and unapproachable. Erastha was patient. His fiancée's return to Silvermoon City was a good thing in itself.
The Sanguinar Family had been divided for years. He had to find a way to restore its former glory.
During the orcs war, the fighting at the Sun Sanctum had dealt the Sanguinar Family a devastating blow.
That had been the darkest period in the Sanguinar Family's thousands of years of history. Internal divisions had emerged, and those who yearned for glory had instead become tools for petty schemers to seize power.
The descendants of heroes had been marginalized, the family's authority had changed hands, and the prince's faction had seized control.
Valeera's parents had been casualties of the sanctum war. Heroes who had bravely laid down their lives for their country and family, holding back the orc army, had ultimately become stepping stones for others.
Before leaving the sanctum, Valeera had not been so