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Felix nodded. "True. People at court love you, and you're actually welcome there by most people. And besides, you're the one who's the future ruler."
He grinned a little bit as Abia changed the subject so it was no longer about her. "I've been doing what I usually do when I'm home. Playing my violin, doing whatever I want, and enjoying the fact that I have no authority attempting to control me. Well, I was, till Father dearest sent this letter. What is the purpose of this exercise? Learn to socialize with people who come from another "world?" Because if that's it, some of the ladies at court will do just fine."
He rolled his eyes and shuddered at the memories. "They think I play hard to get. I don't play hard to get, I just want to be left alone... How is that translated into hard to get?"
He stared expectantly at Abia. She should know; she's a girl, and a noble.