He scowled down at her, the one who took his eye. His bastard niece, the one he was having to view come down from her dragon. A peace talk between the two was very unlikely, he knew it.

“Niece. How kind of you to join.”

He stood unarmed, as well as she. Both were guided into the small castle by neutral forces. What they both didn’t know? A betrothal contract had already been signed by both of their parents to end this bloody war and unite the realm.