"Well done, Rendell. I knew I could trust you," Arabella beamed.
"It was my pleasure, Your Majesty," Rendell bowed and took a step back.
"I'm relieved, I could trust you.
Unlike someone here."
Arabella threw a sideglance at her husband and he flinched.
"A-Arabella, it was my mistake.
It won't happen again," Ferdinand held her hand.
{Maybe Your Majesty needs to assure her the way she usually does to you?
Don't you always get placated by being intimate?} Alwin told his lord.
{That's me.
I love it when she assures me when I'm jealous.
But look at her.
When she's jealous she doesn't want me to touch her even in the least bit.}
Ferdinand pouted since Arabella had freed her hand from his grasp.
{Then there's nothing more I could help with, my lord.
The tea was my strongest weapon in something like this.
I already added a calming potion to Her Majesty's tea as well.
I believe Your Majesty can take care of the rest since you provoked her yourself.
