"You will leave for the north after two days early in the morning."
King Evan didn't say anything after that.
He wanted to say something but he remembered the discussion yesterday with his adviser.
"If North has taken initiative then why do you want to reject it, my king?" Asked the man in his early sixties. With his stomach out, and short body it took him some effort to stand up from his comfortable seat and to walk to the middle of the room.
"Wedding a human princess to a prince of beasts? What are you trying to suggest here, Cyrus?" King Evan was instantly flared up.
"I can perfectly understand your worries, but still I would like you to hear me first and then give it some thought." The man said. His expression calmed without any hint of dislike even after he could clearly see the anger in the eyes of the man on the main seat of the table.
