They had won the naval battle, but his wife was gone.
Brannon wanted to punch someone!
Brannon and Faye had been close friends since childhood, supporting each other for over a decade.
Neither had taken the initiative to put their feelings into words, but there had long been no barriers between them.
Their colleagues in the Tidal Conclave already took their relationship for granted.
Even if the two announced they were getting married tomorrow, no one would be surprised. Everyone would happily bring a wedding gift and offer their congratulations, having witnessed their long journey together.
As a child, Brannon had initially thought of Faye as a little sister.
With her ponytail and slightly chubby cheeks, the young Faye had captured Brannon's heart at first sight.
At the Tidal Conclave's school, Brannon had always looked after Faye.
To their classmates, Brannon was a handsome, attentive sweetheart. Not only was he Lord Stormsong's nephew, but the Conclave's high priests also saw him as their next successor.
Although Lord Stormsong had never explicitly said so, the care and attention he gave Brannon made his standing in the Tidal Conclave clear.
Faye was one of the many girls who admired him. Unlike the others, however, she was very close to Brannon.
Knowing Faye was an orphan, Brannon had taken particular care of her.
Seven or eight years passed as they grew closer, carrying them beyond adolescence.
Naturally, Brannon's friendship with her had blossomed into love.
With such a beautiful, understanding girl beside him, Brannon was no fool. Their feelings were mutual, without any of that nonsense about always seeing her as a sister or loving someone else.
When Faye disappeared, Brannon immediately reported it to Lord Stormsong.
As Brannon's uncle, whether out of personal affection or a desire to win his loyalty, Lord