“Long live Queen Ansandra!”
Cries of joy and celebration echoed across
the gray stone walls and into the blue of the early morning sky.
This was the Domos royal capital of Fenrir.
On the royal palace’s thick stone balcony,
the king held the Queen in his arm and introduced her to the kingdom.
In the sunlight of the northern kingdom’s
short summer, Ansandra had the radiant beauty to match Lorent’s good looks, so
the Domos people were more than satisfied emotionally.
And on a rational front, they celebrated
the incalculable blessings she was sure to bring from the great neighboring
kingdom of Clanaria.
For this bright day, Ansandra wore a
wedding dress made so much silk and lace that it had supposedly taken 20
Clanarian weavers half a year to make.
The low-cut chest showed off her smooth
throat, the curves of her shoulders, and her pretty collarbones. She gave off
the kind of allure found in only the most beautiful girls and women.



