Snippet #2757850

”Everyone’s here, Alright wish me luck...” Robin silently thought to himself, noting Navarre being the last as feeling as bitter of being a pawn in the treaty as he was being made a Noble Of Varinka, when his Mother was born in the lands north, that Deepwolf and Fallvale as a whole serves as a buffer against.

“Yes, I agree with his highness, let’s sit before our stomachs complain.” Sera noted as Robin stood up and gestured for the three present to sit. When he noted that all had gathered he took a deep breath and heaved it out to mentally prepare for the speech he was meant to give, per orders of the King.

“I know you don’t want a long speech before filling our bellies, but as I was ordered to say one on the first night, I’m going to do what I do best, and make this brief. As I’m sure some of you are slightly embittered at being a part of a treaty, I was told to give word that should everything meant to go on here be successful, that His Majesty has an incentive. For Navarre, His Majesty has promised a seat in His Council. His only incentive for me is the title of Lord Earl of Fallvale, and all the duties it entails.” Robin said, trying his best to keep his voice even and polite. “And now My Lord and Miladies, let’s tend to this dinner.”

With that, he took his seat, and the feast began, yet Robin knew that this first night would be a silent dinner, one filled with tension, at least on his part. He was in a room with three nobles, with his appearance modest, yet felt worlds apart from the nobles around him, including Kezia, who looked like everything he imagined a Noblewoman would be in his mother’s stories. But he knew better.

He had the feeling that she detested the idea of marrying someone once considered a bastard. He kept his silence and ate as dignified as possible, remembering from his uncle’s teaching how eating with Nobility worked, and of course which and when certain cutlery was used. Sera took notice of this and whispered to Kezia the following;

“Well, least he’s obviously restraining himself from tearing into it like a wild boar. Obviously he’s trying to impress everyone.” She said as she took a bite of what she had on her plate. “Hm, excellent cook he must have too.”

”Please don’t let it go to chaos. Please don’t let it go to chaos.” was the Mantra in Robin’s head.