In this world, there exists a type of people known as the fawning dogs.
And within the realm of fawners, there are supreme fawners.
Solaris Grove, was a king among fawning dogs.
Half an hour ago, he was drinking sullenly alone with Princess Baylor Davenport's photo, and swore to forget this woman.
In fact, a year earlier, Solaris had once relayed a marriage proposal through the Right Minister.
On one side was the great General of The North Sea, known for his archery, the adopted son of the Right Minister.
On the other side was the clever and sweet-faced Princess of The North Sea.
A truly gifted man and a beautiful woman, they seemed a match made in heaven.
Even King Everton Davenport of The North Sea wanted to help facilitate this marriage.
However, Princess Baylor Davenport seemed uninterested in matters of the heart, and after her gentle refusal, she wrote a letter bluntly telling Solaris to get over it.
Yet a year had passed.
