Days had passed since the tribunal.
The territory still reeled from everything that had happened. Zephyrion's fame was at an all-time high. The people still praised his name. He had become the center of discussion in nearly every gathering. His mansion had become so overrun with gifts it was difficult to find somewhere to put them all.
And, to Zephyrion's dismay, numerous houses had sent engagement proposals to the Calderalth. The house had an unspoken rule of never interfering in such matters and ensuring every proposal reached its intended recipient.
Unfortunately, that recipient was him.
Zephyrion could still recall his irritation. Then there was the confused and curious Lumi, who couldn't seem to understand why he was so angry at the poor letters.
For a moment, Zephyrion found himself wondering how she would react if she could actually read them.
Then he discarded the pointless thought and turned towards the ancestor trailing beside him.
