Ethan finally slipped out of his wives' arms, their warmth still lingering on his skin.
A relaxed expression settled over his face as he strolled through the palace at his own pace, his footsteps echoing softly down the quiet corridors.
Word had already reached him from the Golden Rose Guards that Ron had arrived, and, naturally, the news delighted him.
A massive stock of green fairy wine and a considerable amount of magic grains were already waiting for the merchant.
Better still, Ron would be bringing at least four or five thousand new citizens in search of work—people who would soon be integrated into Goldenveil.
With a broad smile on his lips, he left the palace and made his way through the bustling streets toward Ron's Chamber of Commerce.
He could hear the commotion long before he arrived.
