Present day.
Ren stood still for a moment, blinking as he absorbed what his mother had just told him.
She was basically a wyvern-riding princess of one of the barbarian forest tribes. She'd met their father, who sounded like a mostly confused noble from Albion. And here they were today. His head tilted in awe.
"Wait... is that how you married Father?" He asked, his eyes widening in disbelief. "We had a trade deal with the Tribe of Three? Then, why are they always attacking us now?"
Maria smiled, brushing a hand over the now completely bloomed flowers. "Oh, no. We didn't get married then."
She chuckled as she turned to Ren. "The negotiations broke down not too long after that. My father and Lord Ross were both too stubborn to find a middle ground. The Ross soldiers packed up and left back to Albion."
Ren blinked. "Then how... how did you both end up together? How did we end up with them trying to invade Albion?"
