From the back cover: Royal weddings are grand, aren’t they? Anyone who isn’t bitter, cold, or evil would agree. One could only hope their own wedding to be as lavish as the one I’ve researched from so long ago. Yet, few ever are. Some weddings, and the events surrounding them, can change the course of history. I’ve researched one such wedding that, well, sets the stage for many troubles to come. In fact, the details on the complexities of arranging a royal wedding for a princess most fair are too numerous to list in this letter. And duplicitous deals, Yellow Brute attacks, sumptuous banquets, ill-fated Dexa games, siblings in great peril, lavish spectacles and a prince who has to unravel it all before it’s too late are all interwoven. I’ve uncovered that our own Marbresk royals had their beginnings forged in a crucible. They’re better suited to ruling our mystical realm more than any other. I’m sure of that, now more than ever. For them, it started in places unfamiliar and fraught with danger. Rumors of war with our old foe have reached me. It’s getting dangerous again. Sooner than we hoped. Read this and tuck it away. Too many prying eyes. In order to get a handle on why these foul things keep happening I have to disappear again. Though, you didn’t know where I was in the first place. I’ll reach out when I can.