Wriothen looks between me and Larien behind him in surprise.
I can tell he wasn't expecting that much from me. Well, honestly neither did I. I never thought a time would come when I would be desperate enough to use an excuse like 'I prevailed thanks to the power of our friendship!' but here we are.
Glancing back at me once more, he lets out a small hidden sigh.
As cringe as that was to say, it would seem it was effective enough.
Of course no one in this room, other than the three gullible idiots sitting in the back row, would be stupid enough to believe that power of friendship crap, but I've created a scenario where even as unbelievable as it is, they can't say anything against it without utterly offending the third prince of the kingdom.
