The Queen Of Kwall

She looked at the little old man who had stepped in front of the open door in wonder. His usual white robes which were sporting ragged and dusty edges from being dragged on the ground as he walked around looked pristine.

Instead of looking disheveled and in a rush he looked like he had actually dressed himself for the occasion and when he looked at her with his mischievous smile and kind eyes Naiari's troubled heart lifted.

Since she had been cooped up with the unfriendly ladies in waiting, thoughts had been swirling through her head and she was full of doubts about getting mated to Kael but seeing just one friendly face had dispelled those negative feelings.

"Kael is the most lucky man." Arlo announced happily and Naiari smiled bashfully.

"May I have the honor of escorting the most beautiful bride that Kwall has seen to her groom?" he asked, his voice soft and reassuring.