At least Levana can’t even think to link dragon attacks to Kai, which means that she doesn’t blame him for them. On the other hand, that means time marches them onwards to their wedding, to the vows.

He’s dressed formally, in the attire that fits an Emperor, and he knows that he should be in his chambers, preparing himself and letting someone fix the hair that he’s officially ruffled with his hand running through it.

Instead he sneaks out to go for a walk, to see the land that is still, for now, his.