A day after the engagement ceremony between the Royal Houses of Cromwell and Ilven, the guests representing all the other kingdoms were preparing to depart from the capital of Abetha.
As their Crown Prince and the eldest son of the Cromwell Family, Arlan was the head of the delegates from Griven. Of course, since he was the one who invited them, he had also personally taken the responsibility of leading the guests from Megaris.
That very morning, he went knocking to the room of his temperamental friend. When he opened the door, he found Drayce cleaning his sword. "After this courtesy call to King Armen, we are leaving. Have your aide informed your men?"
"I would like to stay here for a day more," Drayce replied as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Arlan was starting to have a headache. He should have seen this coming. "I already told you everything about what you wanted to know. Then what's the need of staying here?"
