β i think the last time we were both attending something together, it was that the feast for the tourney in ostwick. the one your father threw. β
he teases. they both know π¦πΉπ’π€π΅ππΊ what heβs referring to. of course they do.
β iβm no dancer, but iβll try. lead on. β
β¦ grave as we speak. his only son rubbing elbows with the orlesian nobility. itβs that, or itβs the makerβs idea of a cruel jest. what do you think? β
β i see sister nightingale gave you that speech too, then? β
a grin. it helps to have run into someone whoβs about as on edge and uncomfortable with all of this as he is. it takes more pressure off than he expected.
β you know, iβm fairly certain my father is rolling in his β¦
βa little,β cullen chuckles.
he much prefers action over words, and here? the confusing mix of both has him on edge in the worst way.
βif it makes you feel any better, i was told to make sure i donβt express my disgust with ββ
for what might be the first time in a long time, heβs actually grateful for the betrothal.
itβs enough to ward off * most of the hounds. he should thank @Iadytrevelyan with a dance.
β is it that obvious? β
heβs doing all he can to hide his disdain and discomfort, but since heβs not the only one complaining, heβll take it as a win and laugh.
β both anora & josephine have warned me to watch what i say here. thatβs always a reassuring thing to hear, right? β