Lord Baya stood before the huge full-length mirror, two male servants bustling around him as he donned an exquisite robe over his body, his dark brown hair slick with oil.
He had proposed to Queen Rania under an air of coercion and, with a stroke of luck, he had succeeded!
Rania didn't like him personally, but marriages among nobility had always been like that—interests were what mattered most. He promised he would protect Rania and help her reclaim the throne of Rand Kingdom.
In the days to follow, celebrations would take place within his territory, not just at Mountain Demon Castle but also in six surrounding villages.
The militia from these villages served as sentinels, safeguarding the Mountain Demon Castle.
Though he was unsure if the prophecy the crone whispered had changed, no, no, no, it had changed—he was going to marry Her Majesty the Queen!
But soon, an urgent message was delivered by a raven.
"A detachment of Rand Kingdom cavalry? Heading towards Raven City?"
