'This is such a refreshment compared to the last dozen events I attended,' Alex thought, the awful memories flashing through his mind, having to suffer through endless meetings with big shots and noble ladies far too eager to get to know him better.
The pleasant thought remained with him until he entered the corridor leading toward Rongradin's private wing.
Here, the atmosphere changed completely. The laughter and music faded into the distance, leaving only the quiet voices of servants and the hurried sound of their footsteps.
From their conversations, Alex learned that they were preparing a private feast for the prince and his closest friends, one that would begin in a couple of hours, after the ceremonial duel and the main wedding rites were completed.
