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Sera knew it’d be awhile to get used to her intended beau, but it seems that he lost a few brains along with his depth perception. She’ll never say it out loud. As for the Earl, Well, the former Mercenary was used to following orders so frankly it was a matter of ‘Don’t shoot the messenger.’

However, now her husband to be decided to throw down the gauntlet. “I have, and he’s currently attempting to converse with me I See. Your highness, surely you realize I’ve fully intended to follow this through to the end and do this courtship with you to ensure the fifty years of violence came to an end. And I intend to see it through to the end. Will you I wonder, Prince Navarre?”

”Welp, that’s instifating something. Just keep eating an ignore them, if Navarre tries to be violent just.... Hm...let’s just try to survive till dessert that way people can leave if they want, and avoid the ‘nonviolent’ idea of escalating the argument.” Robin thought as he finished the course and drank deep from his glass like the liquid inside was milk.

He then leaned back in his chair and entangled his fingers in together and twiddled his thumbs. He then looked at Kezia and observed her for a few moments, and then looked at himself. ”It’s obvious she has standards, it’s obvious Sera is trying to point out more pros then cons about me but let’s face it! I’m a menagerie animal by the way Sera looks at me and Kezia obviously doesn’t like me. Noble Ladies always have crushes on ‘Mr. Perfect.’ Kind of men. Some kind of forbidden love too if my Mother’s Brother is correct. And what am I compared to that?”

He mentally groaned, ”What am I going to do Gods?! The only tension is the fact I don’t belong and Sera and Navarre might start a war on words! Any further and I’ll start throwing Pies come dessert and make a fool of myself just to make me unwind from this stress!”