The week long festivities in the Obsidian Kingdom had been a dizzying, joyous whirlwind of roaring fires, rich northern ale, and thunderous laughter. The citizens had celebrated the miraculous birth of the twilight hound with a fervour that rivalled the breaking of a century long winter. However, as the final embers of the coastal bonfires faded into the pale dawn, the royal families did not rest. They immediately boarded the Pearl Kingdom fleet and set sail for the south. The grandest celebration of the year was yet to come.
King Jaren of the Emerald Kingdom had spared absolutely no expense. The sprawling royal gardens of the capital had been transformed into a breathtaking, living paradise. Fox had always dreamed of giving Vanilla a wedding surrounded by endless blooming flora, and the Emerald monarch had delivered an absolute miracle.
