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Sera quietly fumed and silently took the napkin from her betrothed’s hand and kept her voice neutral as she replied. “Thank you your highness. Let’s postpone this insult fight we’ve been having until another day... blast it all I had my best makeup on too, I must look ridiculous.” She muttered the last part so low she was certain he didn’t hear her. But she heard her sister’s intentions. “Well good luck sister, try and teach him some manners, or at least remember yours.” She called out as she cleaned herself.

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Hearing Gavin’s knock and call Robin only said with relative numbness, “Enter.” He watched Gavin enter slowly as his mind began to recall the times he had been in this mansion before... this place was never home to him. Yet by actual law, and a quick word from his parental cousin, here he was. He should have not listened to his Uncle and remained a mercenary with his cousin Cain.

When he heard Gavin’s request for aid he chuckled. “Only if there is a do-over mechanism somewhere. I botched it up didn’t I?” He then heard the words of encouragement and smiled ruefully as he fiddled with a blue tunic with the symbol of a black dragon above the area of his heart. “Yes, like that Duke I decked with a sweetroll. Margaret baked them I believe that one time I was here on accident because He wanted Mum there.”

He sighed. “I think I made my impression lousy with that gimmick though..it was the only nonviolent solution I could think of. I don’t see how it’s going to get any worse-“

Bang! Bang!

At the sound of his door being knocked so loudly upon And hearing a blatant challenge and insult from his betrothed, who sounded hellbent on berating him to the ground and demanding him for other things.

Gavin snickered as Robin gave a playful glare before shaking his head.

“Shameless am I? Very well. I shall, I hope you’re ready for this shouting match Countess.” He said with a mild half frown half grin as he approached the door, slipping on his tunic before opening the door.

“Don’t tell me, let me guess. I am a cur for throwing a pie at your sister’s face when she insulted my mother’s family and I shouldn’t have defended them, is that correct?” He said with a neutral face.

”That should Knock some of the wind out of her sails.” he thought on the side.

“I promise I will apologize if that will satisfy your anger towards me, but she must also apologize. If she is to be a Prince’s wife she should know better then to insult others unintentionally.” He added firmly looking at Kezia in the eyes. He slowly tried to keep it Square on that before he suddenly broke off, his face turning pink.

”Shit shit shit! What else can I say?! What am I going to do?! She came here hellbent on browbeating me! Someone throw me a hint!” he thought frantically in his head. He cleared his throat. “Is there anything else?”