"Good evening, and welcome everyone to our thanksgiving ball. This is not only a celebration for our bounty harvest but also to honor our great leader, King Desmond I. He will forever be in our hearts."
But she had signaled her team to prepare the band.
"But tonight we are not here to grieve but celebrate the king's achievement, to make Novalia prosperous as what he had yearned to happen. And it happened. I will not say a lot of words. Let's all eat while let our friends sing for us."
The singer started humming tunes, and the band played Novalian instruments. They all clapped their hands and started lining up for the buffet.
Amon brought all of his wives and Aris' siblings that were all younger than he is.
"Looking good!"
Isabel praised him.
"Auntie, can I hold Hugh?"
Said Cole, Amon's eleven-year-old daughter.
"You can."
