Olaf’s proposal, in a manner of speaking, should receive no rebuke.
Transporting the highly conspicuous Indiran prisoner might be his only problem, but the wily chancellor had already settled on a sound solution. If any of his underlings had the temerity to question him, he would claim that the king himself had demanded an audience with the prisoner prior to his Inflammation and that the ever-dutiful chancellor was simply escorting him to the throne room.
Once in the upper corridors, it would only take a quick detour to arrive at Allegra’s chambers. Olaf already decided that the airy room was a perfectly suitable site for a wedding, perhaps on the balcony overlooking the ocean with that giddy handmaiden as a witness.
Though he had never been called upon to perform one, Olaf, as counse
