"My father extends an invitation to the feast at Armand, to Chieftain Gumarak, to Your Highness,"
Javier said with steady courtesy, bowing slightly toward the queen, "and to any company you wish, up to twenty may join me."
The queen's brows arched lightly.
"Tonight?" she asked, her tone calm but tinged with concern.
"That is quite sudden… preparations will be..."
"Worry not, Your Highness," Javier interrupted gently, his hand lifting with measured grace before he lowered it across his chest again.
"My father anticipated this. The invitation includes transportation." He turned slightly, extending his arm toward the vast silhouette of the transport drone gleaming behind him.
The queen's lips curved into a serene smile, eyes glinting with approval. "My, my… very well. Give us but a moment to prepare."
Before her words had even settled, a booming voice thundered from behind.
"Woo!!! My future son-in-law!"
