Three years later, the Morgan estate glowed with festive lanterns and fluttering banners. The long street shimmered with carriages as nobles and pack elites arrived bearing lavish gifts. Those unable to enter jostled at the gates, slipping presents through the cracks. After all, General Colton Morgan—the "Living Reaper" who'd crushed Belvaria's court and carved through their three hundred thousand ironclad riders—had returned to Sylvoth Town. And he'd brought back a delicate Belvarian princess, rumored to have a face like a lotus bloom and a waist as slender as a willow, so beautiful even flowers paled in shame.
Still in his armor, General Morgan had stormed into the Alpha's palace upon his return, petitioning for a sacred bond with the princess.
In the garden pavilion, a few noble she-w
