The Romelian party arrived on the second day, precisely as Vrosk had predicted.That, however, was not the only thing that fell on the comfort of expectation bring the discomfort of news.
It was expected but still unwelcome when it fell.
An invasion was being prepared.
First time that a prince in the South was to be dragged into a Northern feud, there was no mingling of blood between the Romelian ruling families and the princes', after all there was little to gain to waste a daughter to a man that could barely raise 2,500 troops on a good day.
Still they were allies now , so they gave the answer that they must.
The falcon would fly to the aid of the eagle. He had declared when duty was called on attention.
Now, Alpheo sat not on a throne but at a modest wooden table, one that might have belonged to a clerk or a scholar, devoid of decoration for the station of a prince.
