Yes.

After a few minutes, you decide to attend. You would have to face Donald eventually, perhaps it would be best to clear the air. Additionally, it wouldn't do to disappoint the future Queen of Sinnabarrow. Trade with the small nation was becoming more and more lucrative for Itheria with each passing year.

Reuniting with Kara and Jana wouldn't be bad, either, you muse.

-

Crossing one of the opulent palace's halls, you encounter a familiar, muscular form, stood in front of an imposing sculpture, taking it in with a skeptical countenance.

"D-donald!" You say, limping up beside the Beathan prince. Like his sister, Donald has foregone the Beathan nobility's usual more active, warlike dress for an outfit more suited to the sophisticated milieu you found yourselves in.

"Edward! It's good to see you." The tall warrior says, turning to face you. You glance up at the sculpture. Crafted from a cut and polished hunk of cinnabar, the artwork depicted miners hauling the earth's riches out from a tunnel. Sinnabarrow's dense concentration of mines, particularly cinnabar, gold and gemstones, had been vital to kingdom's growing riches. In centuries past, a corruption of the former element had provided the region with its name.

"It's impressive, but not what I'd call art, I'll tell ye." Donald smirks, glancing back at the scarlet-pigmented sculpture. "Wouldn't do in one of our castles."

"I'm glad to see you, Donald." You begin, diverting to a potentially more painful subject. "I wanted to say sorry, for what happened."

The Crown Prince sighs, a huge contrast from his usual gregarious self. The two of you move to a nearby bench.

"Perhaps I o-over-reacted." You tell the prince. "I didn't trust that spirit, that she was what she claimed, I won't lie." you lie.

"If the landslides were connected to anything we did, I can only apologise for the cost my folly brought upon your people."

Donald remains silent for a few moments, mulling over what you've said, before responding.

"I accept your apology Edward. Te tell the truth, I don't know what to believe about all that strangeness. Maybe the Lady of the Mountain was a Spirit, just like she claimed. Maybe the landslides were a fluke. Those villages weren't the first we've lost in the mountains, wi' no supernatural basis for their doom."

"Did you ever return to the temple on the mountain?" you ask.

"Aye, a' course I did. Cut me hand again, to get in. Only the sanctuary was gone to ruin, deserted. No trace of the "Lady" since." Donald tells you.

"Any help you need, rebuilding, Itheria stands ready to assist." You tell the prince. "We've not forgotten our alliance."

"And we appreciate that, Your Majesty." Donald responds. After what the two of you had been together, such formality seemed like affectionate mockery. What were titles between men who had double-teamed a giantess?

"Now, enough talk of things past." Donald decrees. "We've enough unpleasantness in our near future, aye? I take it Madeleine has invited you to sup with her an' her freak show?"

"This is the first I've heard of any freaks, but yes." You respond.

"Oh, you're in for a proper mindfuck, brother." Donald chuckles. "If you thought Daena and I were queer, just wait 'til you see the loonies Mad Maddy keeps around!"

The two of you rise from your seats, making towards Madeleine's rooms together.

"A-a few carriagefuls of her fathers gold hasn't softened your opinion of her?" You ask playfully.

"Shit, I'd need free reign over their treasury before I could stand the preposterous wee cunt." Donald tells you. "Only reason I'm here is me da asked Kara and I to do it. We're going to need a fat fucking war-chest when the Deanians make their move."

"Coinneach sent his heir and only daughter to fight another kingdom's war for them?" You ask. "S-strikes me as rather dangerous."

"How so?" Donald asks.

"...The Morlandian forces?" You state plainly.

"Ha! Hells, I forgot how funny you were, Ed!" the crown prince roars, slapping you on the back.

"The Morlandians are nearly as feckless as the 'Barrovians are on the field. Only thing they've got going fer them is numbers. And numbers can't buy Beathan axes quite like coin. To tell you the truth, I'm half-convinced Harris and the other weans coming up at the Spring could outmatch them."