"As much as I would love to stay here and further discuss these plans," another rub of her arm, and this time, Neera sat up. "I have other pressing matters I need to see to." Zavian stood. "I trust the Queen to handle any questions about the party, and if anything needs my permission, she is given the will to grant it."
A stiff nod from the Duke. "We'd expecting your timely welcome at the party."
A jab at his lateness, so the King said, very slowly, "I am afraid this is as much as you will see of me if your sentences aren't carefully worded."
The Duke cleared his throat again, and in a lower voice, he said, "We would be honored if you join us to welcome the guests at the party, your Majesty."
"Thank you, and if I can't make it, my Commander General will see to the orderliness of the event. ", the Duke blanched at that, Neera's eyes widened. Zavian held out his hand to her, and all eyes settled on Neera.
