Archer noticed a man who looked a lot like Alaric standing up and approaching him with an unreadable expression. He watched the man who stopped in front of him. Llyniel quickly spoke with a smile. ''Papa, this is Archer. I will be marrying him.''
The man nodded but didn't take his eyes off him, which caused him to stick out his hand with a smile. ''I'm Archer Wyldheart.''
When the Oakheart king saw this, he beamed before taking his hand and speaking. ''It's good to meet you finally. My wife has told me a lot about you. I'm King Alderion Oakheart,''
''All good, I hope.'' He replied when letting go of the elf man's hand.
Alderion nodded. ''Sit down, you two. We have much to discuss.''
Archer and Llyniel nodded before the king started introducing the people in the tent. ''You already know my wife Sylphina, but the young man sitting next to her is Aramil Oakheart, the first prince.''
