"I have to leave tomorrow, Fred," Talia said ruffling Arthur's hair who was now burying his face in her belly, sulking. His hot breath seeped in through the fabric and warmed her up. "The Spring Ball is in just a couple days and I have to get prepared. There is the final dress fitting, some final arrangements and..." she giggled, "Celine told me that The Duke and Duchess of Luxxenshire aren't very pleased right now. Apparently Louis has asked The Duke to step back and pass on his title to the heir by himself before His Royal intervention. The Ball is going to be a hoot! Can't wait to see Judith glaring at me," Talia was really happy.
"Can't you stay away from the politics and concentrate on charities and looking pretty? Your elder cousin is pushing you in the front to fight, making you the bad guy and hiding behind you. And what is the use of that other cousin? What a pair of wimps!" Arthur wasn't as pleased as Talia.
