In the heart of Lyvaria, where an icy lake contained a sleeping water dragon, where none ventured to, two lovers held hands before a priestess, the lake at the woman's back while Selvin and Loraven kneeled in the snow, staring at one another warmly. Loraven did not agree to be Selvin's wife immediately. In fact, Selvin spent two weeks secretly meeting her until he'd battered through the steely wall surrounding her heart she'd spent years building up again.
Loraven would have said yes, but they'd spent so long apart, and the she-elf was wary that the time they'd spent together years before might have been romanticised a little in her head. Those thoughts fled her mind within an hour of spending time with him.
