Snippet #2764371

Sera wiped her face of the last glob of lemon meringue pie as she watched Navarre taking the Earl’s dessert. “Indeed. This slightly proves that I also possibly crossed a sensitive topic on his part. It makes me recall a story my parents said about him, on how he, as a child, accidentally brought along by his mother (who was accidentally invited to a gala by the former Earl.) threw a sweetroll at a duke who insulted her. This somewhat proves his loyalties to one and obvious disdain of the other.”

She hardened her thoughts after taking what seemed to have been a restrained yell of frustration and gave a sharp exhale. “But it indeed proves he’s just as childish now as he was then. Here’s hoping my dear sister sorts him out, and make him at least a bit less of a child.”

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”Crud! She heard the slip!” he thought in a panic as he turned red as well as she took a step back and pointed accusingly at him. She scolded him about changing the subject and saying it unexpectedly!

“F-Forgive me! The words just came out! This is not helping the situation I’ve painted myself in..” he said the last part in a mumble. “You are though. Back to the topic though. I will apologize to your sister once I know she’s simmered down. I have a feeling I’ve made her rather livid... Navarre Possibly thinks Me a child for it too... I mean I didn’t do anything like this since that Duke fella I decked with a sweet roll for um.... calling my mother unpleasant things as a child.”

He was gonna eat that sweetroll too. It just ruined the fun. It did pull him to sit with his namesake grandfather later, and that’s how he met his cousin Cain funnily enough. “I am now deathly embarrassed by that memory. I’ve tarnished my newfound reputation...with a pie.” He groaned out.

He half wished Gavin would help him... or some of the employees that followed him from the Mercenary company he worked with. Like Gaston, or Teresa... Karin is still taking in the quiet of living in manor life. In fact he had a fear she might have an anxiety attack any day now. Poor dear, she was like the younger sister of the staff.