Silence reigned in the room as Nora's followers stared at him with wide eyes. Some grasped the covenant symbol hanging from their necks. Slowly, Erik panned a curious gaze over their heads.
His stance was relaxed, his hands rested in the large pockets of his pants, and the only thing covering his upper body was a bracelet around his wrist, the proof of Naeku's love. The symbols of his wives were also clearly visible above his heart.
Then, as if a spell was broken, they all suddenly sank down to one knee and bowed their heads. With one voice they spoke: "We greet the Wolf-Sire, First of His Line, Flame of Honour, the Silver Hammer, Harbinger of Submission, Sire of the Strong, Paragon of Battle."
Erik raised an eyebrow at their greeting and glanced at Nora. His blond servant smiled proudly at her follower's reaction, chest puffed out. Erik rolled his eyes at her, but then looked back out over the people treating him like he was divine with a thoughtful frown.
