Bridges

Mind would wander to what he had heard of Valhalla. Their numbers were great, and had once been beyond impressive. They had come from the same land his sons and daughter had, and had been strong there as well. Their patriarch, Cairo, was once their leader, but had since given the crown to Collision - who now stood before the King of Seracia. Next in line was a boy that Gerhardt could not put a name to, but he was another Adravendi. An offer of a betrothal seemed to be fitting to Collision, and the Seracian King could not agree more. His son would be betrothed to the beta, Chrysanthe, sister to the future King. How splendid! The monarch nodded his head before speaking. "My son Maverick is the crowned Prince, and I would be honored to betroth him to Chrysanthe." He paused, wondering if assuming that the pair would live in Seracia was a stretch. "I should assume that the girl would be brought here for the duration of the betrothal and eventual marriage, correct?" It would not bode well to have his heir living elsewhere, and Gerhardt could not choose anyone else for the job, with no living blood son of his own, and no desire to choose Valkis for the task. He wondered briefly what his son would think of such an arrangement, but was not worried. Maverick would do anything for Seracia, he knew it.

"Speech"