"All of your hard work has paid off my Prince," Aenon said.
Captain Aenon stood beside his best friend and son of the infamous King of Aguatian wolfbeasts, Prince Sverre.
"I still can't believe I pulled it off and got my father's backing, he can be such a tightwad when it comes to spending money."
"Are you trying to convince us or yourself that you accomplished the impossible?" said Lord Carnelian as he joined them.
The handsome and enigmatic Cyril Carnelian.
He was also in his prime and his titian hair could rival the sunset.
His eyes also darted from them to the sleek beauty of the submarine that glistened under the rays of the sun.
They were all a sight to behold but the Prince stood out the most because his hair had become undone.
As the rising wind billowed through his silver hair, his stance was upright and his frame supported by his sinewy, muscled legs.
