Love that could outlast Empires

20 years after the death of the tyrant King of Alagasia Galbortorix and his black dragon was killed by Eragon and Spharia, 29 years since Eragon has been to the land of the elves, 20 years since Eragon's fate has been intertwined with the Princess of the elves Arya, will passion overwhelm them or do duties really come first.

The Letter

Dear Eragon and Iron tooth

We would hope to see you at the celebration of the death of the King there will be drinks and food me and Princess Arya and all the elves would love to see you there and Shapira, the celebration will also be for you and your dragon.

However there is a more pressing matter at hand my daughter as is always stubborn and will not allow anyone to protect her, I was hoping you could look after her or at least talk some sense into her I know you used to share strong companionship. Eragon remembered all the memories he had of Arya every touch he still felt lingering she left a trail of fire where she touched him he remembered saving her in Gilead when she said "You shouldn't have come." From when the night of the blood-oath celebration it still pained him to remember. The day she spoke to him at the campfire to capturing Dras-Leona, to killing the King and Arya staying by his side when he turned to look at her the things that filled her eyes Joy, grief and something else he couldn't tell. I was hoping you could be her bodyguard of some sort I know you won't let anything hurt her and I trust that.

Yours Sincerely Queen Izlander

Well do you think we should help? Eragon asked Spharia confused he wanted to help he loved Arya and didn't want any to hurt her but she would reject help she was a proud elf that couldn't be swayed unless you had a good explanation.

Little one I think we should help and there also celebrating the death of the King. Spahira said smugly.

We leave tomorrow at dawn then. Eragon said as he started packing his clothes.

Eragon woke to the smell of smoke he looked out his apartment to fing Spharia trying to wake him up. He leaned up against the cold stone.

We should leave little one.

Aye, what do you think she looks like?

Who?

Arya. Eragon said wistfully

Spharia just snorted

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The wind rushed through Eragons windswept hair he wore a traditional tunic he wanted to look more respectfully