"It's not that we think you're forced... It's just that..." Beorn began, trying to explain his unease before Lelinus interrupted him.
"My brother is unpredictable. Now that Father is dead, no one can check him. Not by force anyway."
He was about to continue when he felt a familiar presence beside him. He blinked in surprise at the brief kiss on his cheek before turning to see Ingrid. Smiling, he squeezed her hand. He could get used to this. He turned to face her. The corset that the handmaidens no doubt made her wear accentuated her already generous bosom, most likely to her discomfort. He had no doubt someone would make a fool of himself around her in the celebrations after the coronation. After all, she was only wed to a half-dead prince.
"Princess Ingrid," Beorn greeted with a bow.
"Good morning, wife," Leo told her with a slight grin, "I suppose you think we're being overly chivalrous as well."
"I just hope he will listen to you," Beorn told Evangelina, "He could learn some restraint. Do you still want me to show you where the kitchens are?"