Earl Filin had already sent a messenger to contact Tashina.
The venue for this invitation was a verdant meadow dotted with Valeriana officinalis and wildflowers.
Over ten Golden Lion Knights accompanied Earl Filin.
While the White Steel Princess had arrived early.
She stood in white, in this desolate spring.
The world knows her as powerful and resilient, beautiful and cold, living up to the blood of Ioannos.
Thus, Earl Filin smiled and declared his loyalty to her, loyal to the royal bloodline within her.
He brought the banner of the Lion Territory—a majestic golden lion leaping on a black background, with a heart of loyalty burning hot.
Tashina did not respond, her posture silent as a statue, her features striking, and her hair like a red river.
The official Iron Throne flag fluttered loudly behind her.
"Your Highness, Princess?" The Earl called softly.
He thought she should be excited and joyful, examining whether he was worthy of her loyalty, even arrogantly.
