The northern tower belongs to Mara.
It is a replica of the eastern tower, where we landed.
Everything is symmetrical.
Not a single person who doesn't come from the Noor kingdom and House Mara is here.
Black and red hair is sported throughout the area as soon as we got off our skiles.
When will it become the Mara Empire?
Never.
She will preserve the status quo.
Marriage.
Sloans Marriage?
No... my lady.
Her highest pleasure.
It has already been done.
Sloan is the product.
Now it is a matter of timing.
I ponder the beauty of those lands, before the gods descended, and man lashed her with lies.
"Mmm" I smack my lips, grateful for her.
The thought of her will sustain me for a long while.
Black and red hair can be seen walking around elaborate gardens, and water fountains surrounding the tower.
The sun kisses me gently.
