An Apple is An Apple

"Hahaha, there are many reasons why I wanted to be this bird," the First Prince turned his beer mug with evident thirst, noisily depositing it on the table and wiping his mouth with his sleeve, before getting up. "He's where I want to be, he's luckier than he can dream!"

After saying it he left, leaving Alexa a little confused. It was evident that his words had a double meaning.

Eventually, the tavern-keeper was able to calm Romeo and make the nightingale feel better with whatever she did, and with a smile returned the bird to the noblewoman. Alexa thanked her with money, and as soon as the woman left, she turned to Romeo, ready to question him about the difference between being in that unknown but soft nest, and with his dedicated wife. But not exactly a bird expert. But the nightingale fluffed his feathers and hid his beak under the wing, closing his eyes.