Re-loved

CHAPTER THREE: LIAM'S ARRIVAL

Gregory, let's depart. I do not wish to be late for Darrick's celebration," I called hastily as I descended the stairs.

Darrick is the son of Sir Arnold who produces wine in most of the kingdoms. Occasionally, when I ponder on how we became acquaintances, it is an amusing tale.

"Your highness, the carriage is prepared for your movement."

"No one should disturb me until we arrive at Darrick's villa," I ordered, aware of the lengthy journey ahead.

At the very least, this celebration will serve to alleviate some melancholic and irritable news.

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"Your highness, we have arrived," Gregory announced.

It has been a year since I last visited here due to Darrick's perpetual adventuring.

"My esteemed friend, Liam," I smiled, already aware of the speaker's identity.

"Mr. Adventurer!" I laughed as Darrick embraced me.

"You have grown larger, my brother."

"Well, shall I say both myself and the woods have become more amicable?" Darrick jested.

"I can perceive that. Not like myself, always confined within that castle, executing nothing," I snorted.

"Come now, even in different towns, I hear you are popular among the ladies and lads."

"You did not hear that from me," I whispered, chuckling.

"Let us proceed inside."

"What of your father?" I inquired as Darrick showed me around.

"He will not be joining us today. He had some imperative business to attend to, I presume."

"So it is merely us, celebrating tonight?" I asked.

"Nah, I have invited Caspian and Denmark," he replied.

"Ugh, those scoundrels."

"Apologies, I did not wish to, but my father deemed it irrational."

Caspian is the prince of the northern kingdom, while Denmark is his companion, and for some inexplicable reason, we are not on cordial terms.

"Let us simply enjoy the celebration, ayy brother."

"Very well," I smiled, my mind pondering on something else.