The Baron had no idea why everyone suddenly looked so sad, so he attempted to cheer them up.
"Now that we're done with the formalities, I hope you're hungry because I made the cooks…"
"Chefs!" Mirias whined, correcting her husband.
"…prepare us a gruel…"
"A breakfast! Good gods, admit it. You're doing it on purpose!" The Baroness said, incapable of enduring that torture any longer.
"…worthy of the Royals, but with larger servings. Unlike them, we all have a real job and don't spend our days sitting on our asses and spewing orders. We need meat on our bones, right dear?"
"I want a divorce!" That was all she managed to say before the Baron took her into his arms and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Gods, my wife is a real Dragon. The angrier she gets, the hotter she becomes. She is still as gorgeous as the day I fell in love with her." He said, making every one of those present blush.
