Book 2: Prologue
Addressed to your majesty.
Confidential telegram.
I have visited the various famous doctors and magicians as per your orders. I have also learned that his majesty’s condition cannot be cured and can only be alleviated. I have also learned only their queen, Vyvyan Galadriel* can alleviate the symptoms. In my opinion, I believe you have no need to waste your energy concerning yourself with the elves. Though they are cautious and on-guard, they have no intent of breaking the agreement. His majesty has just won a battle over here. He also discovered that the movement of the Earth Dragons are connected to humanity. Your majesty, please be cautious of our generals as there is a chance that they may be trying to instigate a war with the elves. Please be extra cautious. His majesty has departed and should arrive in our capital in around three days. Before his majesty departed, he spent a long time with his fiancé and was reluctant to leave her. After he departed, she never left his mind. I believe that you have won over Queen Vyvyan Galagriel as a mother, but we need a woman who can tie his majesty down. His majesty does not crave women. What he needs is a woman who he can fall deep in love with. We need such a woman if we wish to keep his majesty with us. I wish your majesty the best of health.
Sent from the Elf Capital Dulgana.
Castell.
The candle flickered in the gold room located deep in the palace. This was a huge room. There were exquisite designs drawn on the walls. There was a fireplace on one side burning slowly. There was a large bed with a thick mattress and soft velvet blanket. An elegant silk curtain hung behind. The person in the red velvet blanket scrunched the letter up and threw it directly into the fire.
The dignified maid on the sofa to the side looked at the person on the bed, and asked in a courteous tone: “Your majesty, is it a confidential telegram?”
There was no response from the person on the bed. The person in the blankets shifted her body position in the blankets. She extended her long white elephant-trunk like bare arm out, and picked up a grape from a bowl made of jade sitting on the red-wooden table. The maid hurried over to the bed and courteously extended her a hand. Moments later, the grape’s skin and seed were thrown into her hands.
The person inside the blanket whose laugh sounded like a silver bell laughed and said: “It’s related to my son.”