"I let you rule over me all this time, not because you were bigger than me nor because I gave you the lease of my life, but because I was running away, and now, when I wish to shine, you shall not be able to shackle me. Tell me, my husband, King Tharvin, what power do you have to stop me?"
As Eleanara finished her words, her aura encompassed the room, filling it up with her peace, her power, her prestige and might taking over everyone, and even both the duo of father and son felt the pressure, the might coming down at them, the will of the woman now reborn mixing in the past and the present.
The eyes of King Tharvin shook, a sense of embarrassment and a mild anger flashing through his body, but when his gaze landed on his wife, it deflated like a balloon, because at that moment, looking into those shining eyes with power, might, and pride, a remembrance came of a certain past he had always wanted to avoid.
