Patrick stood on a terrace with a glass of champagne, overlooking the open-air stage below as he pondered alone.
With their lord getting married, how could the ordinary elves pass up such a wonderful opportunity? They all gathered in the center of the square, dancing and enjoying the food.
"Sunlight City will shine over all the Ghostlands like its sun." Alleria approached Patrick from behind. She had already taken off her main wedding gown and changed into an evening dress, which revealed every proud curve of her body.
After their main wedding ceremony ended and they finished visiting the distinguished guests attending the wedding, the two had a rare moment to rest. Patrick and Alleria both leaned over the terrace railing.
"I believe more and more elves will want to come to Sunlight City." Patrick took a small sip of champagne. In truth, he was thinking about the distant battlefield. The orcs' iron cavalry would soon arrive, and how to withstand the Horde's first wave of pressure was the main problem troubling him.
Of course, Windrunner Village and a large portion of its residents had already moved into the floating city. The events that had occurred in history had changed considerably. The damage the orcs inflicted on the high elves would not be too great and could be kept within acceptable limits.
With Alleria and me married, the Sun Temple is still the Sun Temple, and Sunfury Spire is still Sunfury Spire. Now, these holdings will have a mistress as well.
On their wedding night, after all the guests had departed, only Alleria and Patrick remained on the Chief Floor of Sunfury Spire. Beneath the pale blue arcane lights, with all the finery stripped away, their breaths drew closer and closer. They embraced and kissed, their arms roaming over each