"Fenris, you've arrived." King Markovan greeted him with a sickly smile.
Unlike most kings in the region, Markovan was recently gifted to the old king's only son. The old king finally succumbed to his illness, leaving the throne and country to his family. The queen dowager still had her level of authority, and the six princesses continued to look for proper husbands. After all, their only brother inherited the same disease.
As long as they couldn't find a fitting king, this poor young man had to dedicate his dwindling life to the throne and their people.
"Yulchik." Fenris nodded off a greeting. He approached the young king, who looked nothing older than his sister, Ushka. "No wonder you passed on my invitation for Rodnir's engagement."
