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The Bodorian prince had to wipe a small amount of drool from his lips. "Honey you say?" He said, feigning disinterest. "I simply must try it, I find that we will all be sharing in our customs, so if you bring honey I must introduce you to tomb cake, it's an amazing dish made of twenty different kinds of chocolate, said to be so good the dead would rise to eat it if you set it on a tomb." Silias added smirking. Seeing the Idalian prince draw aside a maid he too decided that thanking the chef would be a good idea. He beckoned a mousy looking maid forward.

"My compliments to the chef" he said smiling lightly. "Also, add that the Bodorian court would triple the pay offer of Idalia for his services." The last part he lightly whispered into her ear, his breath playing upon her cheek like a sweet fog. He could feel heat resonate from her blushing cheeks. He then turned to the others at the table, "I have met Prince wolf here, but I have yet to meet any of the rest of you. Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Requiem Nighte, but I find that name so..." he searched for the right word. "Drab. Instead I go by Silias, which is what you may call me." He paused and then added, "Unless any of the princesses comes up with a cute pet name for me of course." He added smiling. God all the smiling made his lips hurt! However his father would beat him with a rusty potato if he didn't act charming and social. And yes potatoes do rust if you let them sit awhile... actually, I lied, they don't.