The preparations for the wedding did not take much time. Rihaan had sent letters to his family for nearly two months before they finally agreed to acknowledge the relationship once again.
Meanwhile, Soren had been forced to speak with the two former marriage candidates, ensuring they would not take the rejection personally—or seek revenge later on. Such things were not rare, after all.
Surprisingly, neither reacted harshly. The Prince of Maiju was clearly disappointed—perhaps even aggrieved—but Soren showed him no pity, standing firm in his decision.
Seated alone on a chair, Rihaan admired the scenery before him. Outside, the snow had long since melted, merging with the rivers' waters. Fresh green grass sprouted from soil that had once been hard and lifeless, stripped bare by winter's cruelty.
He could hardly believe spring had returned to this cold, unforgiving land. He had almost forgotten what Revhara looked like in full bloom.
