I bite my lip. “I know You wouldn’t abide that My King. I just, I feel like I shouldn’t have forgotten something that important. I mean, if Your Vessel starts to really get cracked that’s bad and as Your fiancé I should notice and try to do what I can to help.”

Grace, darling, don’t fret. We will deal with it when the time comes. Perhaps, a little better prepared than before, but we will deal with it nonetheless.

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