章 118: Her PTSD

King Alfonzo walked forward elegantly, one regal presence greeting another, as the King of the neighboring Kingdom, escorted by his charming daughter, arrived. A faint silence had descended across the ballroom, growing more intense as the two kings prepared to speak.

"Alfonzo! Ma man," exclaimed the King next door, their friendship obvious in the warm embrace that ensued. The King pulled Alfonzo into a masculine embrace, a gesture that said volumes about their familiarity and affinity, and the formality of their encounter soon gave way to genuine friendliness.

"Cyran, it's good to see you again," Alfonzo said, giving Cyran a hard pat on the back in return. The friendly conversation reflected the two kingdoms' shared past of alliances and experiences.