They went to the blacksmith together and Zaya gave the man the three fire magic stone to be blended with the steel.
"Do you think it will be the most powerful sword?" king Rowan asked, as he watched the stones and the steel blended in a blazing temperature.
"I don't know. I think it will be the same like the other sword, since you are not a magic user," Zaya said and the king smiled anyway though he could hear the sarcasm in there.
"Where will you take me after?" king Rowan asked.
"I am hungry. I want to eat," Zaya said simply and then turned around to smile at him. "I will introduce you to our continent's delicacy."
King Rowan watched her back and talked something to the blacksmith before he followed her. This woman was special. He could feel that. She was a perfect queen for his kingdom and he wouldn't let her go.
Not when he had a way to bargain with her brother.
