But only on one condition.
Malachi read that single phrase that stated his condition to have his punishment shortened so he could visit his bride as quickly as setting out from the Main Castle by tomorrow night.
You leave for the winter castle tomorrow night, as Lady Arwin and a certain number of the royal guards selected will be your company on your journey to her.
Romero stared at the king with fueled curiosity. His expression was unreadable, and he wanted to know if it would have been better to set the note in flames earlier.
"Wh–what… does it say?"
Malachi passed the note to him and leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed as Romero read aloud the very words of the old king to him. Romero's lips parted slightly in shock at the last words of the note. He bit down hard on his lip in regret for paying the note any regard. He gingerly turned toward Malachi, who sat looking like a bomb seconds away from exploding and consuming everything in his reach.
