[—Prince Tarquin]
In a candle-lit room, sat the prince right behind a slab of mahogany wood. Nose deep into a pile of parchments and ink sent from all over the world in search of her beloved betrothed.
Yet, none of the letters bear the news he had longed to hear.
It's been a year now since Vereena disappeared and the last thing he remembered was her terrified face, tears streaming down her cheeks, begging him to save her.
The king, his father had already told him to choose another woman, anyone in the kingdom for he would like to take as his new betroth. Certainly mainly would flock to the palace in hopes of his chosen bride. But no one had ever taken his heart like the admiral's daughter. He promised the king to give him another year for his quest to save her. To free her from the grasp of those sea savages. After that, he would consider giving the other ladies in his kingdom to woe him.
