Two kings stood in the wreckage of Diplomat Row at one in the morning. One was glowing. One was steaming. The row had seen orgies, gold flame hit the sky, and a white-light explosion, but this was the main event.
Every person on the ground leaned forward, waiting for the glowing King's response. His men, who had just portaled, took a knee.
Landon's aura flared brighter, bathing the entire Diplomat Row in cold white light. "Indeed. I have."
"Here's what I'd like to know then, Solveil," Maddox said. "Why are you and your glowing honor guard in my Keep, uninvited, at this hour, chasing my abducted wife."
"Let me be clear, Drakencrest, because you seem to be operating on incomplete information. I didn't abduct her. Your allies did," Landon replied. "My men are here to protect me, they will not harm you or anyone present. And you should be made aware there is dark magic lodged in her, harming her. So here's my question, Drakencrest, what did you pay for her?"
