Blood Elf Monarch

The ceremony ended with a huge party which led to the wedding night. It was at this moment that Tristan realized the awkwardness of having two wives.

As he walked the hall towards the two rooms, a beautiful woman was already waiting for him in the hallway. It was not Illiana nor Serene; the woman was none other than the purple-haired wizard, Hererra.

The girl was trying to show as much compliance as she could as she asked, "Will you be needing my service tonight, my lord?"

Tristan only shook his head in response. He was already having a headache thinking of which room to choose between the two tonight. He did not want to make things more complicated by bringing Herrera into the middle of all this.

One was the wife he just married today while the other was the one he knew was very dissatisfied with the situation and might hold a grudge because of it. Tristan was not proud of what he did to Serene, however, he could not deny the fact that he did not care much about having two wives even if he tried.

In the end, Tristan blamed it all on the blood elf memory within him. The monarch must have had too many lovers in his previous lives, so many that a memory fragment could even make him feel no guilt with what he did.

After thinking about it back and forth, he decided not to join either of their rooms as he had no plans of having anything to do with any tiring drama tonight. But just as he turned around about to walk away, he heard the sound of one of the doors opening. When he looked back, he saw the Wood Elf Princess Serene walking out of her room and approaching him.

"You should not keep your new mate waiting," she said with a faint, almost unnoticeable smile on her face

Tristan was slightly surprised when he heard this. Even so, he did not show anything and only casually replied, "Don't worry, I believe she won't mind. What are you doing out?"

"I came to say goodbye," Serene calmly answered. As she said those words, her expression remained the same.

Tristan took a deep breath. Although he knew that she was not happy with his decision of marrying Illiana, he did not expect that it would be to this extent. Holding himself back from furrowing his brows, he looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you really that bothered with what happened that you want to leave?"

In response, Serene gave him a slight smile before explaining, "My apologies, my lord. You are my king now, I don't dare... I only wish to start the task you gave me."

The task Serene mentioned was the one for her to prepare the forbidden forest as a sanctuary for the Arcadian people in case things go bad. Serene starting her task was definitely a good thing, but for some reason, her calm tone and gestures annoyed him instead.

The Princess of Vanyar had always been a lively elf. Tristan was more used to and preferred the elf who always honestly showed him how she felt. From her words and tone of speaking, it seemed that she was trying to reassure him, but her being so calm and obedient only made him feel more concerned.

When Serene saw the expression on his face, she realized that Tristan could not accept such an answer. She immediately added with a smile, "You did the right thing marrying her. For the first time in 2,000 years, Wood Elves and Dark Elves can finally work together."

She took a deep breath before continuing, "I hope for your safety and success in the coming battle. Please take care, my lord."

As soon as she finished speaking, she bowed to him and quickly left as she decided that it would be better for her not to hear Tristan's reply.

Even the noisy Hererra became silent when she saw this. She had known Serene for quite some time, so she decided not to meddle as she could feel how Serene felt.

Tristan only took a deep breath and silently looked at Serene's back as she walked away. When he saw that she was already gone, he decided to enter the room of his new bride, Illiana.

When he opened the door, the dark elf was carefreely sitting on the large bed. However, to his surprise, she was not in her nightgown, but in casual formal clothes.

"Has she left yet?" the dark elf asked while casually swinging her legs.

Hearing her knowing question coupled with her attitude made Tristan suspect her. After all, with her ability, it was not impossible to make Serene do that.

"Did you have anything to do with it?" Tristan straightforwardly asked.

Although there was no 100% guarantee that she would tell him the truth, considering the situation, it was better to immediately ask about it instead of going in circles to get her to speak.

Illiana smiled. "I'm flattered, but no. You should know as well, for Wood Elves, Serene the Valkyrie always acts following her emotions. She's just too predictable."

It seemed that Illiana was able to predict a lot of things. And from the looks of it, not only could she predict Serene's actions, but she even predicted his thoughts right now. Having predicted that Tristan wished to quickly start the preparation for the battle, Illiana had actually prepared the map of Arcadia in advance.

"Now that we have the real number of the forces gathered in Arcadia, we can start planning," she said with a hand on the map laid on the table.

Tristan quickly sat next to her to start their discussion, but before he could tell her that they could start, the dark elf glanced at him and asked.

"Are you sure you don't need a release tonight? 'Cause if you do, you should ask the girl outside to help you with that first."