Chapter Ten

"As one story ends, another begins,"

-The Emperor of Mankind

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The sound of bugles and trumpets followed by the endless clashing and clamping of tambourines echoed along the Imperial Highway leading to the Imperial Palace. Flowers fell like rain in endless downpours as petals of pink, red, yellow filled the air. Crowds in the thousands have gathered here at Acheron, to celebrate what would be labeled later as one of the New Imperium's holidays.

Suffice it to say, the wedding of the former Farseer of Bleeding Tears and the heir of the Emperor is one of the happiest memories that the Triumvate would remember on the upcoming troubled times.

All three species that composed the Triumvate have arrived in all their glory, the spaceports of Acheron filled to the brim and even its three moons orbiting it with space docks on them barely managed to take in the influx of visitors. The entire Protoss Enclave with their Hierarch, Kaldalis showed up in all their golden wonder along with almost every warrior worth their worth that managed to book themselves before spaces ran out. Present also are the Council of Farseers alongside hundreds or so Eldar who never experienced a celebration this big before in their lives. After all, at the Forty-First Millenium, there are precious little time to be joyful and lesser time for celebration with the ever threat of Slaanesh looming over them all. On this new dawn however, they have now one thing that they lacked before…hope, hope for a future. Farseer Amondeer with his mate, Captain Alana of the Protoss with their daughter is proof of that. Even now the modest belly that the Protoss female is sporting alongside the smugger grin of Amondeer is quite obvious. For the Imperials, Governor Constantine with his "companion" Selendis also came along with the Planetary Governors of other human planets and their retinue. First and foremost of course is no one else but the King of the Lucii, Noctis and his queen, Lunafreya.

All these, the Emperor of Mankind watched in silence and pride as he sat there atop the entrance of the palace where the Golden Throne and the Throne of Flowers are temporarily placed for the ceremony. Oh how far they have gone for a couple of decades alone. He could still remember the great sacrifice he made to made all these things possible. How he abandoned all those souls that cried out for him just to secure a future for mankind away from the endless thirsting of the Chaos gods. If there is a hell for someone like him, he is sure that a very special place is just reserved for him once he finally fades away.

A gentle touch brought him out of his musings as he turned his head towards the face of his eternal partner and companion. For the sake of their people, they showed up here in the Materium in their avatars as expected by the people from them; the Emperor in his resplendent golden bulky armor (which earned him snickers from his wife) and Isha in that simple but elegant Eldar form of hers as depicted by the Eldar in their temples. He felt like a peacock compared to his wife's more gentle attire that looked graceful all the times.

She only smiled at him and he sighed as he could feel al his worries and troubles slowly being washed away like dirt into a drain. How he managed to get the affection of this beautiful being, he still doesn't know. All he knows that he must have done something very good in his long life that he's lucky enough to win her heart. As the old human saying said: "He's one lucky bastard,"

Smiling back at her and squeezing back her gentle fingers with his armored ones (he wished he could remove the gauntlets in public to feel her skin) carefully, he turned his attention more to his adopted children.

There they are sitting on smaller thrones beneath his and Isha's. Laerys have donned as usual of course her official Farseer Robes minus the mask and is sitting on a wraith bone chair bestowing her position. She is trying and failing to hide a snapping crystal orb which can be related to cameras at her robes as she took pot-shots at her brother and his new wife. He can't help the small smile as he looked at her. The shadow of her creation will always remain with her, but instead of falling into despair, Laerys have learned to harness that shadow and became wiser because of it. She might not know it, but she's on par with her brother Sanguinis in power and probably wiser. He is very proud of her. Whatever anyone else might say, she will always be his daughter.

At Laerys' side being watched over by his ever dutiful son,Roubutte Gulliman who earned a place of honor in the dais is Lofn. A mistake, many called. Even her name means "forbidden". Not for him, he must have been wary at first of her, but the small tyke did not take long on winning his heart. Now there she is, sitting happily and force feeding grapes to her Tyranid "pet" who is well behaved thanks to the never ending supply of food. Seriously, he had serious concerns on that one, but Isha would really not put her foot down on that one.

The sound of bugles surrounded them and the Emperor smiled as he saw his son, Sanguinis with his wings in full view as he dismounted the golden carriage that served as their escort, holding out a hand to his new mate, or wife. Of course like him, and to honor his name-sake, Sanguinis chose to don a golden armor like him and Ela Ashbel, a traditional Eldar dress sewn especially for her by Isha and Laerys. He had to admit, Isha chose well for their son. The beautiful Eldar woman is strong in character, and gentle in heart. She is more than enough to pull Sanguinis back in line (cow him actually), when he gets one of his insane ideas. Proof of that strength is right now in display. Instead of hiding the scars she earned from that human governor that broke her in every way, she showed them in full view despite almost healed. It is a strength brought about by the bond she has with his son.

As the two reached the throne where he and Isha sat, he smiled as they bowed and he stood up with every eye on him. Truly, there is now hope for a future for them all.

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That's that. So Drabbles on the Royal Family is finally done. Thanks for reading this small background of my characters. This story is now complete. Next one is Another World, Rising Threats, the continuation of AnotherWorld, One Last Chance and will portray the adventure of the Three Shepards and their allies from the Triumvate against the Reapers…and Orks hahaha