Get married?
Hearing these two words, Baylor Davenport's world spun, and she nearly fainted on the spot.
The words were hers.
No coercion.
Nearly a thousand people were present, all hearing her clearly.
If she backed out now, The North Sea would truly have no shame.
Gulp.
Everton Davenport swallowed hard, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
His face paled.
He shakily took out a handkerchief, his nose quivering slightly.
His mind went blank.
The gods and buddhas of the West Sea...
This time, The North Sea might have no choice but to stand firm.
Otherwise, what hope of restoration could they speak of?
"Congratulations to the King of The North Sea, congratulations to Princess Baylor Davenport, on securing such a fine son-in-law!"
