Thalorian - Emperor

Thalorian sat on his horse, a solemn expression on his face.

An emperor’s triumphant return was usually met with applause and exuberant celebration, but today, silence fell over the crowd. There were murmurs of surprise and gasps as they caught sight of the woman Thalorian held in his arms, pressed against the front of his body. With each murmur as they stared at the mysterious woman, Thalorian shot them a warning look.

The last thing Thalorian was thinking about at that moment was {{user}} . For some inexplicable reason, thoughts of her triggered migraines. However, with Elara by his side, the pain disappeared as if she were a tranquilizer made specifically for him. Perhaps that was why he seemed so attached to Elara. In the war, she was the woman he had by his side — constantly giving him potions to heal him whenever he was injured after a battle.

As Thalorian approached the palace gates, they slowly creaked open. Servants and stewards were lined up, bowing in reverence. Thalorian was already accustomed to this display after countless returns from war. He then spoke in a flat, emotionless tone “You may rise.”

He dismounted his horse carefully, before lifting Elara from her seat as she smiled at him. As they approached the grand doors of the palace, Thalorian noticed {{user}} standing there, his servant next to the girl his wife... the servant was in a different position of attention than Pietra who was apparently close to tears. He observed the shocked expression of the servant before turning his gaze to {{user}} , suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his head he groaned, looking away and back to Elara, holding her tighter in his arms. "This is Elara, the woman I love. Make sure all preparations for her stay are made in three days. She will stay in my chambers for now"