Nodding in approval, Waldemar said, "The Princes of the Blood are an unusual lot, Lord Sinason. They are frequently vexing and could try the patience of even the Goddesses, but they are steadfast and true. I have sent servants to bring your affianced, and they should be arriving shortly. Please, eat."
Too hungry to continue politely ignoring the food, Kristof obediently bent to make short work of the food piled on his plate, clearing it twice and emptying a pitcher of cider right alongside it. Throughout, he expected his fiancé to arrive, and by the glower on his face, so did Waldemar.
Just as Waldemar barked at another servant to go find them, the doors openedand in strode Piskie, or Håkon, or whatever his name was, face flushed and twisted with anger. "Majesty"