"Emperor-."
"Please, call me Fenoras. Long before I became the Emperor, and even after, that is what those I trust called me."
If Eloise's mind hadn't been filled with worry, she would have been filled with pride on hearing that she was trusted by such a legendary figure.
However, standing on the roof of the Palace of Lanthanor, her eyes and thoughts were all fixed on Daneel who sat in front of her in a state of near-death.
It felt as if a lifetime had passed since the morning, which had started so wonderfully as she had still been able to feel the warmth of him left behind when she woke up. Something that she had dreamt of for years and years had finally come true, and even though this was hardly the first night they had spent together, she still cherished each and every moment that she had been with him.
