Randal Tarmon stood by the window of the room he was allocated to on the 3rd floor of the Mayor's mansion. He watched down below at the vast city, still amused to see there was a city as large as the capital this far to the west.
Three girls lay in his bed, trying to sleep as they were tired from their journey. They needed sleep.
"Ran, come on. Come back to bed," one of the girls said. She usually had a sharp mouth around others, was quick to speak, and even quicker to insult. But around her husband, her words never reached that tone.
Her name was Bayona, daughter of the High prince of the kingdom of Azurage.
She was warm around Randal, like the glow of a morning sun, shining through a thick fog in the winter. Her voice was melodious and held a charm to it that was completely natural.
At the same time, she was also trained since a young age to fight, for a daughter of a high prince needed to learn how to protect herself.
