"How did the negotiations go, Griffith?" asked the Nun Princess Magdal as she spoke up when Princess, in a pale silver ceremonial gown, stepped onto the carriage with the help of her attendant.
"Not well, that old fox Anlek wants Haruz to go to Anlek with him," Griffith replied calmly. The weather was still a bit cold, and the maid beside her draped a fur shawl over her shoulders. She adjusted the shawl and continued, "It's impossible; I will never hand Haruz over to him. I believe that Teacher Liwu and Lord Macaro would not agree either."
"What shall we do then?" The gentle and charming Nun Princess showed a worried expression on her face, "I heard that your brother's people have already approached Anlek."
