"Ahahah, I knew you couldn't possibly be immune!" alone in his private quarters, Archmage Vilitomus watched with glee as Vijudius was dragged along by Giliniel, the young knight was unmistakably embarrassed.
'It would be pretty big if the future king were to marry an elf, huh?' the old man brushed his hand against his beard in thought, diplomatic marriages had never worked out in the past, you couldn't just put an elf and human in the same room without expecting them to despise one another.
They couldn't even pretend to be a married couple for more than a handful of days at best, but who knew? Maybe the war could help those two understand one another, and allow for love to bloom? Vilitomus certainly wished as much for Vijudius.
