After the ceremony, I was led into a dark room, a place shrouded in mystery, where the air seemed thick with forgotten secrets.
The room was filled with ancient artifacts, each object steeped in millennia of history, and frescoes carved into the black rock, depicting scenes of distant battles and ancient pacts.
Lysara walked beside me, like a faithful shadow, silent as always.
Yet, in the subtle gleam of our family crest, draped over her like a second skin, her mere presence was enough to affirm that she was now an integral part of the Thalaris Von Estarion.
She had not received the title of Grand Varkh, no, but bearing that name bestowed upon her a status that placed her within the highest circles of nobility, those of the Dukes themselves.
It was not a territorial house, but a house of immense prestige, almost intangible.
