Archer approached the beautiful Fire Elf as he continued. ''Join Draconia, and I give you my word, those demands will cease. Your people will not only be spared such exploitation but will thrive under our protection, free to forge their future.''
Embera's orange orbs narrowed slightly, studying him with a blend of skepticism and intrigue, as if weighing the sincerity of his offer against the bad history between the two of them.
''Would I still be a ruler?'' she questioned.
''Yes, but a queen that only takes orders from me,'' Archer answered. ''Nothing will change, apart from things will get better across Avidia.''
When Embera heard this, her eyebrow arched, but she nodded. ''Give me some examples of what you can do?''
''Draconia grows so much food that we can supply the whole continent with enough food to survive the upcoming famine,'' he answered.
Every Fire Elf's head snapped toward him as Azrianna spun toward him. ''What did you just say?''
