Dariano and Alakas both stood from the seats, used to having to stand when a monarch did. Indeed, Alakas stood so quickly that he forgot about his book, which went falling and hit the floor with a Thump. He blushed as he dropped down to pick it up.
Adela sighed, standing as well, setting her cup down. “I did not think anything that terrible.” She looked to her charges. “I believe I gave you both quite the compliment. One that any prospective bride would be most eager to know on before they make their way to the marriage bed.”
She gathered her own skirts and followed after her cousin. Alakas poppers II’s head back up from under the table where he had grabbed the book. “If I may, what is lawn ball?”
