"What a pleasure it is to meet you, your highness, Miss Elowyn. We are delighted to finally have you with us,"
Tarquin says joyfully, clapping his black clawed hands together with an edge of delight, his eyes glimmering behind their sockets. For a moment, he looks me up and down, as if only just realising the attire I am dressed in for the first time. His friend, however, does not bother to spare me a glance.
"Is there a reason you are dressed in a wedding dress?" The red demon asks curiously, leaning forward on his toes to get a better look, causing the bangles on his horns to jangle with the movement. Beside me, Valerian's expression darkens, his fingers clacking impatiently against the wooden table.
"Her mother tried to break our bargain. The Queen of Vriryn tried to marry off her daughter to the eldest son of the Kingdom of Ethelia, despite the fact we made an extension on our deal only three weeks prior."
