**A focus-in from a blur – a royal suite with runes and sigils laden on the doors and bedposts**
Today was the day that the warlock Delacyr Vor married Princess Aurora of the House of Nine. She was sitting hesitantly on her four-posted canopy bed, the red silk hangings making her beautiful body stand out all the more. Her long hair fell in sandy locks to her waist. She wore a slim white gown of Ephesian silk–the best money could buy, and it was so thin and sheer that the outline of her breasts, perfect globes that still maintained a surprisingly firm bounce for such large breasts.
It wasn’t as if Aurora was a virgin. She’d had men before; virginity wasn’t a requirement. But she’d never slept with any of Vor’s people before–he came from the Ephesian tribes beyond the Gravespire Sea. The House of Nine had ruled Thessa for thousands of years, and individuals like Vor, who had skin blacker than sin and eyes to match, simply were unheard of in Thessa.