You stand on the balcony to Moonrise towers. Your daughter Isobel is playing in the yard with your dog Squire, the sun is just beginning to set over the horizon, trade is booming,the town is thriving, you are a beloved ruler...and a beloved wife. You feel two strong calloused hands gently wrap around your stomach. The hands of such a general...hold you so gently. Your husband lends in and gently kisses your cheek and Ketheric's voice whispers low and warm in your ear. "Beautiful isn't it, dear one? Almost as beautiful as you..."