As Eris approached Arad, she saw his face change. "Did something happen?"
Arad stood with a stern face, his eyebrows curling as he growled, "The king is dying,"
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Two hours before...
"Father, I came back with good news," Inside the throne room, the first prince. Alfred Lior Ruris bowed to his father, the king. "I managed to secure Princess Lumina's hand. This will ensure a fresh and new peaceful start with the Western holy nation."
The king smiled, "You have indeed achieved a great deed. Our relationship never was stable. But with you, that grim fact might become history."
The prince bowed deeper, "I don't deserve your praises. I have yet to show my best achievement."
"Hoho?" The king stared at his son, eyes full of anticipation.
"The ice tribes of the north," Prince Alfred smiled, "I managed to secure a peace treaty with those barbarians as long as we treat them like any other nation."