Draken
The streets of Merisbeth were crowded, the males happily cheering at Draken as he passed with his entourage in a carriage. His body twitched as the carriage galloped. He looked through the window and saw his people happily throwing rose petals into the air.
Some were intently playing musical instruments in Draken’s honor. Everyone knew what was about to go down—his marriage to Lady Denee.
Within the weeks Denee had spent in Merisbeth, she had gathered the people’s approval. Draken wasn’t surprised to see that as Denee had embarked on almsgiving, promising the people it was time the demon clan rose to power in Bloomington.
That alone made it easy for the people to agree to their marriage. Not that it matters to Draken.
If the female from the east would pay up his debts to mak
