Vladislav let out a deep sigh as he hung up the phone on yet another acquaintance. They had been calling in droves. No one quite knew what to make of the news of Nefolktu’s King getting married. It was even more shocking then the news of his little brother getting engaged, notorious playboy that he was. The only thing even more surprising was the fact that it was apparently to the same woman. He had to do a lot of damage control, but fortunately the invitations had not been sent and were already being reprinted.
He stood up to his full height and stretched himself, making sure to pointedly ignore the phone that was once again ringing; yet another person clamouring for his attention. He walked right past the pesky device on his way out of his study, distractedly thinking of who his next
