The combat round had been so fast that Zina made it back to the Castle before mid afternoon.
The people were excited, even more so when it was announced to at a royal wedding would be holding the next day.
The shock effect of the short term notice was so profound. According to Seraph, every noble lady in the Arctic North had filled every popular seamstress shops, demanding that the best of the best dress be made for them in a matter of hours.
That had posed one problem to Zina as well; what was she supposed to wear?
She hadn't shopped for anything, and as far as prepared brides went, she was the most unprepared.
But Seraph beamed, "That's hardly a problem." She said, "His majesty already had a battalion of dresses ordered for you before hand. It's all part of your bethrital gift waiting for you in your room."