I took a sip of wine, seeking comfort in the glass. "Three days, you said? But in three days... Morfez and Vallen will arrive."
The prospect of the imminent arrival of the visitors added a layer of intrigue to the conversation, and our gazes met, both silently acknowledging the challenges that lay ahead.
"Yes," Vidar sighed, seriousness settling over our conversation. "We will use the festival to announce their arrival."
As concerns intertwined with the joy of the festival, the wine continued to flow, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation for the unfolding days.
Now the conversation with Marco made more sense. He was alerting me to the arrival of Vallen and Morfez. The Spring Festival would not just be a diplomatic festival to cheer up the kingdom. The celebration would also
