Ironically, Raynar was less concerned about the deal itself and more about that green fairy wine.
The current head heiress of the Drakenoir family was not only a talented businesswoman and a beauty without equal, but also a passionate lover of rare wines.
Raynar sincerely feared she would leap onto the first available ship and race straight to Goldenveil the very moment the first drop of that wine touched her lips.
In the end, he could only push such thoughts out of his mind and focus on finishing everything he still had to do in the city.
At dusk, Ethan finally watched the Drakenoir ships set sail. Their dark sails stood silhouetted against a sky tinged with orange and purple, while the warm harbor breeze carried the salty scent of the sea, mingled with the sweet aroma of the city's fruit trees.
