The Demigod of the Moonwell placed a steadying hand on Isilra's arm. "What we need to do now is hold the line and wait for the signal. Wait for the moment we can hit them from both sides with the Alliance."
"My child, you are now bound to Orion of the Champions Alliance. Contract or no contract, the time has come to put your faith in him." Moonwell demigod's gaze was intense. "Trust your husband. It's better for him, and it's better for you."
It was the wisdom of ages. Since gaining sentience, Moonwell demigod had witnessed countless mortal loves within Staghelm City—some that burned bright and fast, some that endured like old-growth trees, and plenty that curdled into bitter resentment. The one constant in every happy ending was trust.
"Isilra, do you remember the prophecy we saw?" she asked, her voice softening. "There is hope for Staghelm City. And in that vision, you had a bright future ahead of you."
