"Right now, I don't need love, but just a man to support me while I'm pursuing immortality."
Elara spoke, her eyes fixed on the man with the crippled leg who was looking at her and her uncle, who was rubbing his hands on her waist.
"Oh, you are here, Mr. Ex-Husband," her uncle sneered, his arms tightening around Elara in a possessive embrace.
"I have some delightful news for you." His other hand, a predatory claw, slid upwards, resting on Elara's burgeoning belly.
"Elara is going to be a mother," he announced, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. "Surely, you must be overjoyed."
He paused, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Oh, and one more thing. Our wedding is to be held the day after tomorrow. But fear not, your presence is decidedly unwelcome."
