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Sera's suggestion that his cousin had brought an extra pie just for throwing was nearly enough for him to curse out loud, not believing the man was so childish, but not totally dismissing the possibility either. And if by some small chance he had fully intended on throwing dessert, than it was even more infuriating to be of any blood relation to the other male. But, to be honest, Navarre hadn't actually paid much attention to how many of what dish was upon the serving cart. The prince took a sip from his goblet, rolling his eyes at the thought. "If that was indeed the case, then he would be an even greater fool than I thought." he remarked, picking his fork back up to finish his food. "His father was a scoundrel, but he wasn't a complete buffoon. I can only hope this new earl provides some modicum of improvement. Thusfar, he has yet to demonstrate he is a better man." Navarre remarked, wondering just how on earth this mercenary planned on behaving as a member of the ruling class?

The prince almost smiled as his intended visibly perked up upon taking a bite of the chocolate torte. Inwardly, he had been just as delighted at the food, and it was kind of endearing to see the countess's own pleasant surprise. He nodded in agreement at Sera's desire to give praise to the chef. It was good. "I confess, the earl may have a better chef than even our own back at the palace..." he admitted off-handedly, finishing his dessert and finally done for the evening. Navarre sat otherwise in silence, watching Sera and waiting for whenever she was done to escort her to her room. After all, he was still a gentleman, a prince. He wasn't about to forget his manners.

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Arching her brow slightly, Kezia had half a mind to say that such terms could often be used to describe someone who was immature, though she kept the thought to herself for now. "I see..." was all she could manage without running the risk of letting her mouth run away with her. It would, sadly, not have been the first time.

Gavin's interruption was a welcome one, and the mention of a bath made her want one as well.


"Of course my lord. The vacant rooms in the servants' wing have already been prepared for their arrival." Gavin assured with a slight bow, turning to get started filling the tub. He paused at the sigh, gracing his new master with a sympathetic glance before it became sympathetic towards the new help. A troubled young woman? The poor thing! He'd have to make sure the others knew to be patient with her.

"I shall personally be sure to check in and make sure she is well. And should she need anything, I'm sure Myra would be more than happy to show her the ropes around here." Gavin added before excusing himself to ready the bath for Robin (and his guests, should they need it).



The countess vaguely wondered if the one called Kira was the nervous looking maid dusting portraits in the hall upon the arrival of herself and her sister. Certainly fit the description, seeming to be new to the castle and anxious to boot. "Was she dusting earlier?" she found herself wondering, before tilting her head slightly at Robin's sigh. She remained silent at his musings, not entirely sure she agreed with his view of how tragedy behaved. Thankfully, she was stranger to such things (aside from being in an arranged marriage NOT of her choosing- that could also be a tragedy!), so how was she to know?

It seemed her intended was done for the evening, and Kezia debated for a moment if she was to curtsy or not. Well, he wasn't royalty, and they had already made introductions. Besides, he was being fairly informal, so no sense. She did wonder if he actually wanted to get to know her, or if he was just saying so? But a nagging in the back of her mind reminded her that she did at least agree to try to talk to the man per her sister's request. In any case, they were stuck here for a while as arrangements were discussed anyways, and it was something to do. "Yes. I shall see you tomorrow Lord Robin." she said, lifting her skirt slightly so she could make her way back to the quarters she had been given. "Thank you for your hospitality. And I urge you not to wait too long to apologize to my sister." Kezia couldn't help but feel a hint of a smile at the thought of her sister actually mad at someone. "Good night sire."