After seeing off the envoy from Baisha Port, silence returned to the reception hall.
Raylo's fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest. The gift list still lay on the table, like a tempting pot of honey.
Political marriages were as common as daily meals for the nobility.
But he was no ordinary noble. His ambitions extended far beyond simply holding onto a single territory.
Marquis Orlando's olive branch—whether to accept it, and if so, how—required careful consideration.
Beside him, Moonlight gently nudged his arm with its head.
Raylo snapped back to reality. He suddenly found the act of tapping his fingers on the armrest a bit old-fashioned, so he stopped and stood up.
"Forget it. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."
Raylo muttered to himself, putting away the gift list.
He decided that after dealing with his current affairs, he would personally make a trip to Baisha Port to visit Marquis Orlando and see the renowned beauty of Miss Avril for himself.
