Lireesa turned her head to look at Lycanor, the child she had watched grow into a formidable woman. To marry an Archlord like Orion, to secure his protection for the blood elf people… perhaps it was the best possible outcome. Perhaps it was Lycanor's ultimate destiny.
Time can change everything, the Grand Elder mused. It can build a bond between two strangers that reaches into the very depths of their hearts and souls.
The calculus was simple. By arranging this marriage with the Stoneheart Horde, though Lycanor would not be the primary wife, her status as a champion of the highest order(upper Legendary tier) would grant her a position of significant influence.
With that secured, so long as the blood elves did not display any untoward ambition or make any foolish moves, they could look forward to several millennia of peace. After all, they would be kin by marriage to both the Stoneheart Horde and the human kingdom.
