Snippet #2130092

"Why thank you. It may not be quite as extravagant a castle, but this is close enough to one that I am content with it. It's big enough to fit both me and the royalty of Europe at least. I'm glad you find it satisfying."

Remiel looked at the hand that Anna held out for him to kiss. He found the hasty signal as an implication of flirtatious intentions. Not that he minded the attention since it meant that time and genes had treated him well. It was flattering, but with the way the Countess was acting made her libidinous will painfully obvious. Then there was also the fact that she was married to a respectable man. He disregarded the hand, pretending as if to be distracted by the boisterous shouting and laughing from a group of old gentlemen telling humorous stories. He hated to be rude, but she was in need of a lesson in modesty. Cat on the other hand, he noticed spoke and acted with more reserve.

When Cat mentioned his prominence, he gave a small smile. "Why thank you, my dear Highness. It is nice to know that others speak so amiably of me. We would not want it the other way around, would we?," he responded, the last sentence meant for a hint of levity. "I am pleased to be able to demonstrate my talents to all of you, if I do say so myself. It is amazing how such passions can mesmerize and captivate such a vast audience." He then looked about the ballroom when he realized that Prince Edward was not near. "Where is Prince Edward?" he asked her. "He should know better than to leave a Bride to-Be on her own. Heaven knows what trouble one woman could get herself into." There was his charm making an attempt to chime in again. He was only trying to bring light to the atmosphere, remembering that flicker of unhappiness that he had read on the Princess's face earlier before his speech.