A few days later,
It was a warm, sun-dappled afternoon in the sprawling gardens of Virjor's family estate. The estate had been heavily guarded. After the last incident, they didn't want it to happen again.
Nilrake, son of Malaica, had been overseeing the arrangements. Currently, he was walking, and he was on his way to meet his mother. He had a sour expression on his face, he didn't understand his mother's intention, even though she explained it to him in detail.
Her marriage to him, Nilrake couldn't understand why she regarded him so highly and even went so far as to marry him. Sure, he heard of the empire, but it was really a faraway place where they only heard tales and whispers. The land was described as enormous, teeming with faerie beings and surprises, and even rumored to harbor forest spirits.
