The Epistle

Etna had come knocking on Mircea's door before the sun rose out of the farthest mountains. Etna had become unbearing over the last week. She was nitpicking every little bad thing in the palace and in Mircea. 

It wasn't like this when Faustina had gotten married. Mircea recalled her wedding very well and it was rather a quiet event where only sixty people were present. Her father, the late king had appointed Etna to look after the decorations and it wasn't something very fancy. What Mircea would call Fasutina's wedding was: Elegant and Simple. 

Mircea didn't know why Etna was going overboard with Mircea's engagement! 

It was not even a wedding for saint's sake!

Ugh

Only the devils knew what she had in store for Mircea's wedding. 

"Where is King Kirill?" Mircea queried Lilith who was still looking at her surroundings in astonishment.