Chapter Eighteen
Large torches lined the entryway, past the wide-open gates. No one in Madra would be turned away tonight. Even the commoners were allowed entry into the ball. Some would arrive for the sheer novelty of the event. Others had the delusion in their mind they had a chance to be chosen as the princess’ husband.
Dell knew how it truly worked. The king would choose someone whose power enlarged his own.
Ian.
He was the best choice to make a connection between king and the merchant council. Dell knew it. Everyone knew it.
But Ian would be the end of the Rhodipus line.
Dell’s carriage rumbled to a stop, and he swallowed past the lump in his throat. His eyes flicked down over his plain clothes and he tried to see what they would see. To him, he still looked like Dell—the Tenyso
