Florence Bleaufort

"I need to arrange a formal welcome banquet for you. Maybe something intimate first—just close family and trusted vassals."

"Then a grand ball for the rest of the nobility. Oh! We'll commission a custom uniform for you. One that blends Bleaufort tradition with your station as Herald—Eira, he'd look gorgeous in a long navy coat, wouldn't he?"

Eira again tried to shake Florence off Brandon "He is not your damn doll."

Hearing all of this, Brandon smiled wryly "There's… no need for all that."

Florence blinked. "Hm?"

Brandon looked at her warmly "The banquets, the parties, the formal announcements… it's generous. And I appreciate the thought. But I don't need all that."

He turned his gaze to Eira, who was already watching him. "I just wanted to meet her mother and talk about our relationship. That's all."

Florence opened her mouth, as if to object—but Eira beat her to it.