Solaris Grove was oblivious to the impending danger inching ever closer.
He was utterly immersed in the joy of becoming the prince consort.
Meanwhile, at the grand hall, while Mad Dragon was feasting and drinking.
Solaris Grove would round up the warriors under the command of the Right Minister and surround the grand hall!
Assassinate Mad Dragon!
Support the loyalists!
In doing so, not only would he win the beauty's heart, but he would also be promoted and ennobled!
Loyalist actions such as these could even warrant being granted fiefdoms.
But for now, his mind was consumed by Baylor Davenport.
The wedding was inevitably wrapped in complicated and grandiose rituals.
After all, a princess was marrying, and the restoration of The North Sea was imminent.
For Everton Davenport, this marriage also symbolized a stroke of luck for the occasion.
Inside The North Sea royal court, things had been going awry recently.
