Even the heavy rain could not mask the smoke and ash that had been caused by the dragon's havoc. It had been a week since the mysterious dragon's attack in Wethstadt and yet, the rumors and gossip of the crown prince's unfortunate circumstances hadn't ceased.
Even as Silas trudged through the dreary roads of the red-light district, he could hear the patrons and staff alike whisper about what had happened during that fateful day.
He couldn't blame them, truth be told. It was a rather gory sight and a harsh slap of reality.
The townsfolk present had all witnessed how a foreign king, the very same their once-useless princess had married, had so effortlessly — and quite literally — disarmed their would-be ruler.
