The next hour or so passed in a haze of rushed preparation, as we all readied ourselves for our soon to be arriving guests, the meeting of whom would forever change the political landscape of the world for centuries to come; the direction of which swaying heavily in accordance to whether it all goes according to plan or not.
Meanwhile, Isaac staying true to his word, masterfully propagated our desired version of the events, infecting the entire palace, and even the city below, with the sickeningly sweet tales of young love and eternal affection, blossomed in these cold and ancient halls, warming the hearts of even the most ruthless and brutal of high kings and lofty queens.
Which ultimately provoked my little brother, who grew embarrassed by the almost melodramatic fable we had so eagerly dispersed, to sheepishly mither "Did you have to exaggerate everything quite so much brother?"
