Elena
Finrod nodded.
The king reached for her hand, kneeled in front of her and kissed her hand, “What is your name?”
“My name’s Ellaine.”
“Please bless my kingdom, Lady Ellaine.” He really believed her to be some kind of godsend savior.
She stood there, motionless. She didn’t know what to do yet the king was still kneeling in front of her. She glanced at Margarette who motioned for her to lay her hands on the king’s head.
And she did. “King Erfand, mighty ruler of the centaurs, the Virsathen is in high spirits. I bless you so that your kingdom may continue to prosper and fortify.”
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