It had been six long days since she had sent the letter that she herself had carefully drafted after wasting three letter rolls. Unlike Gyyza, Cetus was a kingdom next-door to Slyve. It took only a day at most to cut the distance between the capitols.
Mircea had decided to not overthink it. However her heart cried out almost every hour of the day 'What if he denies?' Then what are you going to place your bets on?' All she could do was ignore her heart and proceed with other things that needed her attention in the kingdom.
She had done almost everything she could to distract herself from thinking about it. The council was being a pain in her arse. They didn't know that the attack was initiated by the King of Cetus himself. They were angry and so were the people of Slyve.
