Chapter Three: As You Wish
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Princess Virelia was about to marry a young man named Iarlaith.
Iarlaith was the prince of a western nation called Abraxas.
Virelia and Iarlaith’s marriage was not out of love.
It was a political marriage, not uncommon among the royal families of Phalloskelf and many other kingdoms across the region.
The air was thick with tension as King Thadewin dragged the disgruntled prince into the room.
The queen’s icy glare landed on her husband and her son.
Leveret chuckled awkwardly as he freed himself from his father’s grip, his mother’s stare searing into his soul.
Virelia glanced over and smiled softly at her younger brother.
The air was thick and humid with tension.
Marty stood in the corner staring down at his clasped hands.
Philomath stood next to the queen, her head held high as she stared forward, her head twitching slightly to the right as Leveret and Thadewin entered the room.
Leveret hurried over to his servant.
“The table is set. Is it not?”
He hissed into his ear, his voice carrying a twinge of anxiety.
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Marty replied.
“Then why in the name of Mogshade is no-one sitting?!”
The prince growled, rapidly tapping his left foot on the stone floor, almost like a rabbit.
“I do not know, majesty.”81Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPLiBgp5an
Marty sighed, leaning down slightly to the prince’s level.
“Well, it is quite….”
He tapped the tip of his nose with his forefinger.
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Leveret huffed and crossed his arms.
“Of course it is awkward, Martellus! My poor sister does not even know him.”
“Indeed, sire. It is rather sad, is it not?”
“Indeed! I refuse to have that twit as a brother-in-law!”81Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡANqtJWGIUf
Marty snorted softly into his hand.
“Strong words your majesty-”
Leveret gestured vaguely at his sister’s fiance.
“Twitish… twitty… twit… I refuse to have a brother-in-law!”
He grumbled decisively.
Marty cleared his throat, an amused smirk playing at his lips, only partially listening to the prince.
“As you wish, your highness.”
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