A blush crept on her cheeks and Eltanin wanted to trace it with his thumbs, but he had to wait to lift that veil.
They turned towards the priest. Eltanin nodded and the priest started chanting holy mantras.
All the while Eltanin kept on looking at his mate, his wife, who was about to become his queen. His glance went to his father, who was also looking at both of them with a hint of pride and love. Eltanin wished that his mother was also with him during this important event of his life and he resented that she was so immersed in her work as a ruler that she didn't have spare time for him.
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