The World Dragon's Heir

Fifteen minutes later, Dominic had a hefty bill paid, and a half dozen suitable outfits for Royal events where he was not wearing Sorcerer robes.

At the small price of two months’ wages.

But with the reward that he had gotten from the first round of attacks, Dominic still had a fairly significant amount of wealth stored in his cube and ring. It was a strange feeling to realize that he was actually wealthy for once, but all his daily expenses were normally covered, so he rarely spent anything.

Pops walked in after most of an hour and found Dominic polishing his boots in preparation for the evening’s formal dinner.

"Good, you’re ready. We have a lot of catching up to do. How did you even end up in consideration to be engaged to the Princess? I’m assuming it’s a matter of politics." The old Dwarf asked.

Dominic nodded. "They’re going to ask for southern Wavemates as reparations for the war. So they need a link to the old Wavemates Nobility or Royalty. The cities turned on the Dagos occupation force the instant that Cygnia showed up with an army.

They don’t want that to happen to them when it’s their turn to occupy the territory."

Pops tapped the table as he did the mental math. "That explains the options. But what they forgot to factor in was the chance that the Princess would object. It’s not unknown for Cygnia Princesses to make their suitors fight for the position in the most literal sense of the word.

And, she’s a rather accomplished Paladin."

Dominic smiled at the thought of Lord Johnathan facing off against Princess Alexis in single combat. That would not have ended well for him.

But it might be a diplomatic incident if she took that route with the foreign candidates.