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It often took time for news of the world to reach him in the Sunlands. The town of Wellspring almost felt as if it were separate from the rest of Orsterra – isolated, forgotten, an afterthought.
And so it was that he did not learn about the royal wedding in S'warkii until after it had already come to pass.
Not that he had much interest in the goings-on of a foreign kingdom – he'd never even set foot in the Woodlands, and so cared little about such court intrigue... until he heard a certain name spoken in regards to the affair.
The bride, he was unfamiliar with. The newly crowned queen had one of those names the royal family favored that he couldn't quite puzzle out how to pronounce. No, it was not she who had caught his attention, but her consort...
Olberic Eisenberg.
As soon as he'd heard that name, he had prepared himself for a journey, hastily packing his saddlebags, his heart seething with rage.
The last thing he did before he was ready to depart was strap his scabbard onto his sword belt.
He would be needing his blade.