“Yes, my dear Ren?” he murmured into the bedding.
“I love you.”
“O’Lliosa, v’airsell nioll. O’em tillaenel to’fa t’rosh io bo’airso.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty damn happy we’re going to be together forever too.” Although Rorie wasn’t pleased that Renny pulled out of him, he loved being taken into his arms and kissed. It was better than any dream.
Chapter 34
There was a lot of activity at the D’Vaire household in the days that came after his mating ceremony, and it touched Rorie that Ellery had insisted the Fae be added to the Council despite only a single fairy and bemollo left in their population. In a series of press conferences and interviews, Ellery and Chrysander had educated their people on the history of elves, and it was all the newscasters spoke of when the television was on.
Elves throughout the Council were fascinated with their ancestors, and Sorcery D’Vaire was working hard to improve the spells that pulled the information about Rorie’s homeland and put it onto paper. Almost as soon as they finished one book and made it publicly available, the population clamored for more. Rorie was excited by the amount of interest in who he was and where he’d come from. It lessened the pain of losing so much.
The elven leaders had united at Ellery’s announcement of a petition to make the Fae a Council race and demanded that they be able to cosponsor it. Rorie was proud of them and wondered if somewhere deep down they felt the connection to the fairies and bemollos they once were, but that might be simply a dream. Thoroughly questioning the elves in the D’Vaire family, they were honored to know of their heritage, but they insisted they had no memory of their previous lives.
Renny had gently pointed out that none of them were old enough to have been on the Fae realm, and Rorie someday hoped to meet some ancients to pose the question to, but it wasn’t a priority. His goal was to get the Fae into the Council to allow Drekkoril to make a difference in politics in a positive way instead of cleaning up the messes of the Vol’Gon era. So, he was carefully dressing in Orlami’s scales and preparing his mind for the issue he wished to pose to the Council. It was something that tugged on his soul, and he’d already secured permission from the Noble Protector to address it. Never again would he usurp Drekkoril’s power, and it was heartening that he could trust his bemollo to always move forward with the best interests of everyone.
“Are you ready to go?” Renny asked, placing his crown on his head.
“You look handsome,” Rorie commented, his eyes warm with lust.
“I know that look. Keep it in your pants; we’ll have fun when we get home.”
With a grin, Rorie slipped on a fancy new cloak which combined Orlami’s scales with Brogan’s, so he could represent not only himself but his ties to the Grand Warlock. “I love that you can read my mind.”
Renny brushed their lips together. “I love everything about you. Let’s get out of here.”
They made it out of their room and down the hall, where they met up with Dra’Kaedan, Brogan, and Coven Lord Bridger D’Vaire. “You guys ready to go?” Dra’Kaedan asked.
“Where’s everyone else?” Renny asked.
“Killian teleported Dravyn a minute ago. Mom and Dad were right behind them,” Dra’Kaedan revealed.
“Are we ready?” Drekkoril asked as he joined them.
“Yeah, let’s get moving,” Brogan said. Rorie reached out with his magic and attached it to Dra’Kaedan’s spell. After a short walk from the Dérive station inside the building, he stood in a vestibule beautifully decorated with comfortable furniture made from Aleksander’s and Rafe’s dragonskins.
“This is lovely,” Rorie remarked.
“Welcome to the D’Vaire alcove,” Dra’Kaedan responded with a wave of his hand.
“Elf is going to let you and Drekkoril answer questions from here, so I don’t have to lose my shit over having D’Vaires scattered everywhere,” Brogan confided, sliding open the door revealing the Main Assembly Hall. Rorie stepped out to find Killian, Dravyn, Saura, and T’Eirick already seated. The massive room was a display of Council finery, and Rorie marveled at the dozens of leaders sitting behind desks with banners proudly displaying who they represented.
“We’d love for you to be added to our D’Vaire area,” Saura told Drekkoril.
“It would be my honor to sit alongside you,” Drekkoril responded.
“Awesome, Elf and Chrys have already approved the idea of expanding so you can display your banner and have plenty of space for you and Rorie to sit,” Dra’Kaedan said.
A red light came on in the center of the desk, and those that were seated rose. The emperors walked in with their crowns gleaming in the bright lights.
“It is almost a shame that the Fae have never worn coronets,” Rorie mused.
“You could wear one. Renny does and you are his v’airsell nioll,” Drekkoril replied.
“Our titles are separate; it would not feel right. And I feel if we were together, people might overlook you to speak with me. It may take time for them to accept that a bemollo is in charge and not a fairy. In no other race in the Council is it flipped, as is our custom,” Rorie remarked.
“We will have to teach them we have the right of it.”
