In the negotiation chamber, King Ronan listened to his advisors with bitter, impatient contemplation, his blood boiling in his veins, his anger and impatience beating irregularly in his skin, reflecting the turmoil within him. Together with his advisors and commanders, they sat around a large table and discussed the alliance with humans, and with disgust they planned a forced political alliance with humans.

Tradition clashed with the necessity of diplomacy, and he left a bitter taste in every calculated move, his eyes usually a window to the infinite wisdom that reflected the conflict in the werewolf's heart and its anger.

The alliance in question was not exactly happy either. But great kings were not made with pride to marry a human. Especially not one whose army killed his brother. Even if he did not want this marriage, he knew he had to go through with it. The killing, slaughter, and the injuries of the people had bothered him enough, and it was time to stop the bloodshed with the neighboring country.

"Send the message to Celestria. The Princess must be here the next full moon for the wedding ceremony" Ronan, the king of Lunaris, stated.

Just like that the alliance between Celestria and Lunaris was made