~Year 994
The Nanzan empire sends a missive to the royal city of Vallarta indicating the dispatch of an envoy to discuss a marriage alliance.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
'How could one man be so perfect?'
This was the question that had overwhelmed Turace's mind as he stared at Lord Rina.
The cold, unfeeling Lord of Ardenurve lay on Turace's bed, he was faced up with one arm rested on his stomach and the other at his side.
It had taken quite sometime for Lord Rina to fall asleep and although he was fiercely opposed to having Theon use his magic on him,
After a long while of coercing, pleading and assurance that it would only be a calming spell, Lord Rina had finally succumbed albeit reluctantly.
