Snippet #1305672

"I tell him good morning from all in the castle, it seems he only enjoys the company of a select few these days," Oliver muttered, thinking of the King. Thankfully, he thought to himself, he was in that select few, unlike his siblings the Prince and the Princess. Oliver shook the thoughts out of his head as Rhys made his way in, throwing out a comment as he did.

"Rhys," Oliver muttered dismissively as the man entered. He was not a fan of servants, and even the servants weren't fans of Rhys. He was a medical man and medical men were never to be trusted, especially the one that held the life of the Princess in his hands. Oliver did not dislike Rhys for any of those reason, though. He disliked him for being too pale.

"The Gathering is drawing near," Oliver commented. "And that is when Nethaneal and I will get married to the charming Montclair sisters and you will be sent off to the Light Nation to marry the charming Prince with the unpronounceable name, Athanasius Tunid." Oliver paused slightly, before continuing his thoughts. "The Dark Nation is a nation of cave dwellers. It is a dirty little hole and I will be marrying one of their royalty, the term being used in its loosest form. Stella Montclair is beautiful though, so I've heard. All I've heard of Gethen is in comparison to her sister so it doesn't tell me much. And then the Light Nation, the democracy of monarchy. It should be an interesting change for you, Siris. And you, Rhys. Will you stay in the castle or go with Siris once she marries?"