Chapter 429: Royal Marriage
…Three weeks ago… Dusk Valley… The Kingdom of the Valley’s base camp…
The opulent scarlet and black wagon riding through the trampled road between hundreds of hide tents stood out like a mound of gold in the middle of a battlefield, shiny and entirely unhelpful. Yet the one inside was going to change the war to their favor, or so Crow had claimed.
Marek sighed under his breath. He didn’t want to have anything with city dwellers, Hollow Shaders, or Undergrowthers alike. Still, he had no choice. Events had spiraled out of his control. Dawn and Vaughn had been sent away on some unknown quest. Nokti had returned, but she was no longer by his side, she barely even acknowledged him. Worse, Crow had returned with a massive dragon and had forced the other tribe leaders into submission, but not before crowning Marek king.
A puppet king.
Marek hated playing to Crow’s tune but so long as Crow delivered on his promises then he’d play the puppet until the end.
Marek gripped his orichalcum spear tightly. Even if that meant marrying the enemy.
“Hey, boss?”
Marek glanced at the handsome elf next to him. “What is it, Kyriil?” he answered with a tired voice.
“Do you think the Thorn queen is pretty?” The elf raised his hands, “Don’t get me wrong, boss, I’m not trying to hit on her, I’m just saying. If she’s like super ugly, are you still gonna marry her?”