Jesting had no idea what the crown prince was thinking, all he saw was the naughty smile on his face. It reminded him of a younger Roland, planning to do sothing mischievous.
As he looked outside, he noticed the arrival of a group of carriages rolled down the drive. All of them bore the sa mark, a sigil of the Thorin family. Roland could not fathom what they were doing in Stormwind. For a mont, he wondered if his wife had invited them but told told him which he decided was false.
It was possible that the carriages had co carrying goods of so kind, clothes and food. His wife did love the finer things in life.
That assumption dies when well dressed footn jumped down and opened the doors. Out stepped different mbers of the Thorin family, the duke’s imdiate family to be exact.
The first person to step out was duchess Mila, looking regal in a red silk dress and two floral ribbon dangling from the pins in her hair. It was part of a trend that Sigrid had started and as always, the rest of the won in the kingdom copied.
The next person he saw was the duke, dressed rather casually instead of his normal formal look. He had a traveling hat on his head and a walking cane whose head sparkled with gold.
"They are just flaunting it." he whispered.
Out from another carriage erged his mother-in-law, Iryne Thorin. She was dressed in a white long sleeved sundress from the lady Blanche collection with a bonnet on her head.
She looked up and smiled as she waited for her husband and it struck Roland then, that Lady Thorin had a remarkable resemblance to her daughter Sigrid when she smiled. When her husband ca out of the carriage, he took her hand, she whispered sothing and they laughed.
The Thorin’s all looked like happy couples, a happy family that held hands and prayed before each al__which they did, sotis. Only when Iryne insisted.
As the Thorin’s gathered, Iryne said sothing else and they all laughed. Roland felt a smudge of jealousy as he watched their happy family, filled with warmth in their interactions. Nobody had a single worry that the other was hiding a knife behind their back.
He recalled Sigrid’s words that he was one of them now and a renewed smile ford on his face. It would not be too bad being one of them, he thought. He had no plans to get too comfortable and forget that he was a Maximus but he would allow himself to enjoy the bliss of a happy family.
"Hmm, I wonder what brings the Thorin’s to Stormwind?" Jesting asked.
His voice ca from the opposite side of the window from where he watched them. Roland was not even surprised that Jesting had identified them, the man had done so extensive research into the family of the crown princess no doubt.
"Is this a couple’s honeymoon or a family honeymoon?" he added to his question.
Before Roland could clarify, a squeal was heard from the house which was accompanied by the excited barking of a dog. Then, he saw his wife’s figure flash by quickly and she threw herself in her grandfather’s arms.
"I do not believe that I have seen any young lady ever throw herself into the arms of a male family mber like that beyond the age of eight." Jesting comnted. "Exceptions have been made if said family mber is just returning from war."
Roland responded by laughing. The Thorin’s were huggers behind closed doors, he had personally witnessed the brothers hug Sigrid on many occasions.
"I also don’t think that I have seen any young lady in Eldoria wearing a dress without arms out in public. The crown princess and her family sure make so interesting choices." Jesting said.
His tone was flat, absent of humor or judgent so it was hard, even for Roland to decide if Jesting was criticizing or simply making observations.
"Such dresses have been worn on television." Roland comnted.
Jesting’s face soured, an ugly grimace that clearly showed his disdain overtook his appearance. "That abominable show which has all the maids in an iron grip. I have never wanted to wash my eyes with soap so much until I made the mistake of watching it."
"So I take it that you stopped watching it on the very first episode when the king slept with his brother’s daughter." Roland comnted.
"Oh no, whyever would I stop? Soone has to keep a track on all the moral degradation and warn others not to fall into such depravity." Jesting scratched the top of his nose.
He looked so serious but Roland just wanted to laugh. "Jesting, it’s okay to admit that as inappropriate as the show is, you find it enjoyable. I personally abhor it and yet I look forward to the sequel every ti an episode is released. You should brace yourself because I have heard from Sigrid that next weeks episode promises to push even further into the boundaries of scandal!"
Jesting pinched his lips in a thin firm line, he would never admit to enjoying that debauchery which portrayed a fallen society. He was simply watching because it was his duty to assess the moral degradation and write the news office, criticizing the show.
"God help us all, your highness." Jesting sighed.
"Hmm, a new show or series as my wife calls it will be aired starting next week. She told that its called The Courtesan’s Dilemma. It is about a princess of a kingdom who infiltrates a rival kingdom as a courtesan to steal secrets.
She uses her body and talents to cajole these secrets out of important n while seducing them cleverly without giving up her purity. However, one night when she is feeling hosick, she gets drunk and spends the night with a crown prince which results in a pregnancy. She ends up tangled with the crown prince, resulting in an unexpected blossoming of love.
The princess or courtesan must choose between having the children of her enemy and becoming his crown princess or getting rid of the pregnancy and returning ho to marry a general from her nation. What do you suppose she will do?" Roland moved away from the window and sat down as he waited for the butler’s opinion.
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