Chapter 60: Prologue
Since early morning, the Grand Duke’s castle was brimming with life.
Servants bustled around; people gathered in groups, chatting noisily; nobles arrived to celebrate the grand finale.
Even the baby birds embroidering the branches seemed to stir with the rare vitality of the morning.
The laughter and joy that bloomed that morning unmistakably signaled the imminent climax of the Grand Ducal Betrothal.
Perhaps that’s why the Grand Duke had quickly summoned the heads of the houses to address the current fervor.
Moreover, this Betrothal of his youngest daughter likely marked the last such event in his era, indicating about a decade of hiatus for the Northern realm’s biggest festival.
That’s why the northerners were looking forward to it even more.
Standing at the bedroom window, observing the hectic scene outside, gave me a strange feeling.
It had taken a full fortnight.
To say I hadn’t been anxious would be a lie.
After acquiring the treaty, I hadn’t worried much, but I was slightly concerned that Logan’s early return might unexpectedly ruin everything.