Asura sat inside the royal palace; today, he would meet the Queen for the first time regarding his marriage. He didn't know what kind of woman she was, but the smile and joy on Vela's face after she spoke about her succession ceremony was enough.
'Many of the doubts in Vela's heart have vanished. I'm happy for her.'
However, because of the scale of the wedding and the rules and regulations of the palace. Asura would not see his bride-to-be until the day now.
Last night, he felt a little unbearable being pulled apart by the Valkyrie Royal Guard and considered sneaking inside, but he gave up.
"Asura, you look so handsome..." Verana's eyes watched him with a deep glow in their depths, one of lust and admiration.
"You are the one that dressed me, perverted Drakkur!"
Despite his voice sounding complacent, he gripped her waist.
