“Queen Marama is coming to your second wedding,” Prince Kloud calmly said. His voice was too calm, but I sensed his anger. 

“Is she mental? How did she manage to convince King Astaroth?” Armand asked. 

“She plans to cause trouble, right?” Randale demanded. 

“You have no idea,” Armand retorted, and I sat down in a thud. How much trouble was Marama planning to cause? Coming to the West Kingdom was one of the reasons I had to get away ...