At the end of the song, a breeze ruffles Beka's hair, and then Serik materializes and scoops her up and spins her around and kisses her and puts her down again.

"Eeeeheehee! Hi."

Lyrendi screams and falls over and scrabbles away from him. 

"...I have to admit, I wasn't expecting that."

She is utterly terrified. He looks human, yes, but she knows that face, it's on coins, that's the Emperor's face, and she's a pretty slave girl. Everyone knows what the Emperor does to pretty slave girls. 

"You look like the emperor from her world," Beka diagnoses.

"Well, I'm not. But that sure is a weird coincidence."

He says he's not the emperor from your world and it's a weird coincidence.

...It's a very weird coincidence if it is one, she agrees. She stops trying to scramble away and instead starts trying to get to her feet. If this is the Emperor it's not like running will do any good. 

She says it's a very weird coincidence if it is one.

"What's your Emperor like?"

(Beka osanwë-translates.)

I've never met him personally or anything, I just know that the people who deal with buying and selling slaves sometimes complain about what a drain he is on the pretty girl supply. He apparently keeps needing new ones because he tortures them to death too often. 

"...I admit that sounds like exactly the kind of Emperor I'd be. But I haven't actually ever owned a slave as such."

Why not?

"Well, among other reasons, slavery is illegal in Nathureme. And was in Ansaith and has been at all the points in between. Also, I don't need to buy pretty girls when I can just kidnap them from fancy parties instead."

I don't think the Emperor hurts elf women.

"Maybe if there was a whole different species of conveniently disposable slaves around I wouldn't hurt humans, but here we are. Anyway, I'm not going to hurt you, Iri asked me not to."

Thank you. She wraps her arms around her stomach. Your castle is beautiful. 

"Thanks, I'm very proud of it!"

You're not going to hurt my baby, right?

"...No...?"

Sorry. I've just been so scared. Back home they would have been killed once my owner realized I'd lied about them not being his.

"And why's that?"

Half-elves are really powerful, magically. They want to stamp out all the human magic. They kill anyone who displays significant magic.