I sigh in relief when the screaming stops, peeking in. “Are You and Amber alright, My King?” I knew logically that they were just fine, but the protective side of me still had to ask.

Everything is alright now. There were… shall we say, consequences to be had, for one very unfortunate individual.

(He lovingly grasps her hand.)

Nothing to fret over, My Grace. Lady Amber and I – and the rest of our guests – are all quite well.


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