"Your Highness. His majesty King Owen has sent you a confidential scroll. It concerns the marketing alliance with the three kingdoms, and also, about your wedding."
Prince Alexander gave a small sigh, then looked up, his back resting on the chair.
"I will attend to it later."
The messenger nodded and dropped the scroll carefully, then walked away. Prince Alexander watched the scroll, his face drawn. The three kingdoms, a later unificatiom of smaller associations of barbarians to form a stronger nation, were in their earlier stage of development responsible for the death of his brother.
He could not fathom why King Owen would let him handle the alliance, something he absolutely hated. He thought they were enemies and should be treated as such. They did kill the crown Prince.
But King
