Happy Endings Dungeon 4: Free Yeti Full Body Massage by Clover Amanda & Aury Jay

Author:Clover, Amanda & Aury, Jay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-11T00:00:00+00:00

4

The Wedding Ball

The wedding train of more than a hundred carriages snaked through the streets of Macerolina from the scenic mountain down to the fortress palace of the king. The cheering people of Galamanca pushed close around the long line of carriages. They threw flowers and waved tiny flags of House Gracian and House Damartin as they cheered and tried to get a look at the princess and her husband, the future king.

Alfie flinched back as faces and hands pressed against the curtained windows of the carriage.

“God save the princess! Bless House Damartin! Glory to the Gracian Throne!”

“They like their rich assholes here, eh?” Luisa sniffed at the fervent cheering. “I’ve never even heard of this princess. Why should I care?”

“They decide the future of nations,” said Alfie. “And Josephine… I mean the princess is… she is kind and just. She is beautiful.”

“I’m with the thief,” said Myssandra, straightening her sparkling bustier. “The nobles are nothing but parasites. The only power they wield is through their wealth.”

“You prefer, what, magic?” asked Alfie.

“Strength and violence are the only proper ways to rule,” said Myssandra.

“How about ruling through consensus?” suggested Luisa.

Myssandra smiled coldly and slapped Luisa in the face. Luisa reached for a hidden dagger.

“See, you turn to violence at the slightest provocation,” chuckled Myssandra, nodding towards the blade.

Luisa spit out a colorful Galamancan curse that Alfie could not quite translate and drew the dagger from its sheath. Magic flickered on Myssandra’s fingertips.

“Let us see how well you do with that, child,” hissed Myssandra.

“Stop this! Both of you!” hissed Alfie. “We have arrived! Look! The carriages ahead of ours are already dismounting.”

Which was conveniently true. The lines of carriages had at last reached the palace and the denizens were dismounting, assisted ably by footmen in the colorful livery of their houses before being handed off to men in the uniforms of the royal palace. Alfie again felt his stomach roil with tension, but it was far too late to back out now. As their carriage reached the guards, he opened the door and stepped out.

The royal footmen strolled up to them, as blank-faced as statues. Before Alfie could say a thing Myssandra was suddenly at his side, her arm looping with his and a flash of a smile dazzling the two men.

“Ah! How wonderful. Gentlemen? The Duchess Magdalena Contreras, and my guest,” she said, tugging Alfie pointedly against her, “the illustrious composer Roberto Vincenzo. Maid?” she called, tilting her head back towards the carriage door and Luisa. “Let’s get a move on, girl. Honestly. So hard finding good help these days. Chop, chop!”

Luisa pursed her lips like she’d just swallowed a lemon but gave a frigid smile. “Of course, mistress,” she said.

“Finally! Come now, my dear. The ball awaits! Gentlemen, if you would be so kind to announce us. Mmmm?” Myssandra said, striding forward like she owned the world, and dragging Alfie along with her.

The footmen, no doubt used to the eccentricity of the nobility, turned and followed at a pace. Alfie couldn’t quite stop eying the weapons at their sides.

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