Garius set his wine glass down. "Alf."
"Yes, my lord?"
"About Javier's blessing ceremony soon…" Garius leaned back, rubbing his temple. "I don't think Francesca or I will be able to attend. And both of his brothers are occupied with their missions."
Alf gave a small nod, already anticipating the issue.
"And as for my other wives," Garius continued, "I doubt they'll want to go either. Both of them are busy, and Phenelopie is expecting."
Alf remained silent, but his sharp eyes observed his lord carefully.
Garius exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "And don't even think about sending Eridith."
At the mention of the name, Hesbeirn stopped mid-sip, and Rasdingen let out a low chuckle.
Garius smirked slightly. "If we send her, I bet more trouble will come knocking."
Alf allowed himself a small sigh. "That… is likely, my lord."
