Queen Dowager Guinevere and Chancellor Guinness looked like they were on the verge of death.
Marcus found their misery amusing and let out a chuckle.
Michael, too, allowed himself a subtle smile.
It had been his intention all along—to intimidate the kings before they arrived at the coronation.
Now, not one of them would dare find fault with the ceremony to come.
Dominic stood below, watching Marcus descend with a smug, satisfied grin tugging at his lips.
A man who had once been no more than a low-ranking baron—who could have imagined he would rise so high?
And in such a short time, too.
"They say fortune rides the wind... I suppose it's true. Me, a king... Though I'll soon step aside as regent, still—what a triumph."
The state of the delegation as they dismounted from Marcus was, in a word, devastating.
Though they had finally touched down on the coveted land, most couldn't even stand straight.
