He laughs, and feels himself relax for the first time all day.
“They can certainly try,” he says, once he trusts himself to speak again. “My Grandfather of blessed memory was the King.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “And between you and me, Uncle Joe—” (The current king, Charles-Joseph IV) “Doesn’t much care for his own son and rather likes me better. If anyone tries to insult you, I’ll sic the bloody Palace on ‘em.”
He holds her hand tight.
“Misa...promise me. Promise me you won’t let them get to you.”
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He laughs, and feels himself relax for the first time all day.
“They can certainly try,” he says, once he trusts himself to speak again. “My Grandfather of blessed memory was the King.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “And between you and me, Uncle Joe—” (The current king, Charles-Joseph IV) “Doesn’t much care for his own son and rather likes me better. If anyone tries to insult you, I’ll sic the bloody Palace on ‘em.”
He holds her hand tight.
“Misa...promise me. Promise me you won’t let them get to you.”