"Your Highness," he bowed to them with grace.
"Bianca, this is my army General, Arnik Keyle."
The man bowed his head.
Bianca bowed back with a smile.
"Tomorrow I will be marrying her in the Temple of Chimala," Brantley said trying to maintain a serious face but there was an undercurrent of excitement.
There was a twinkle in General's eyes mixed with shock on his face as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open as his mind tried to register what his king just said. After a long moment of silence, the General placed his hand on the pommel of his sword, stomped straight and said, "I will go and make all the arrangements and inform others." There was nervousness, which enveloped his entire being. He looked at Bianca with so much respect and awe that a lump formed in his throat. Then he looked past her towards the people who had accompanied her. He instructed all the servants to immediately get in action and take the guests to the guestrooms.
