It had been just a moment.
Telets went to bring his fathers to see the pretty braid which he had made for Tom.
Just a moment.
There was just a letter there, where the blonde had been. A letter which stated:
"I, Luciano the Third, do hereby claim this princess of the Land of Solaria for my bride!
She will give me many sons!
I expect the dowry to be of at least three regions of this fine land, ten thousand cattle, sheep, and horses, and not to mention one million gold coins.
The dowry has to be this big because the princess, while adorable and refined, is chubby.
I have spoken!
Luciano the Third."
Solas read the letter, then he looked at Telets, who was hiding behind Brandon.
"How the hell," Solas began slowly, as he made a step towards his eldest and heir. "Did you manage to turn your brother into someone who some nutcase thinks is a princess?"