King Nereus looked at the half-finished walls that were visible from the sea because we had cleared a path so the walk from the sea to the heart of the kingdom would be smoother.
Then, he looked back at his elite guard. His face hardened into a look of pure, royal determination.
"Unload the stone. All of it," he commanded, his voice echoing across the bank. "My grandchild will not be born in a house of mud and half-baked limestone. We shall start the nursery pool that Thalor told us about, and the southern fortifications tonight. If anyone sleeps before the first tier is set, they answer to me." He barked.
He looked back at me, his expression softening just a fraction.
"And Land Mother... keep that Trident in your sight. I brought it for a reason. The desert felines have been tracking our wake. They think we are bringing tribute to a weak queen. We are going to show them they are mistaken."
Wait, desert what now? Don't tell me this is going to bring trouble.
