Emerick stared at Rosalba, processing what she had said. Rosalba, the tyrannical terror of any ring who struck fear into the hearts of even men like Orval, Rosalba whose independence was only rivaled by her pig-headedness, his sister Rosalba who viewed men as little more than eye candy, had agreed to be part of a political marriage?
"What's so funny?!" Rosalba demanded as Emerick fell out of his seat, lost in a fit of hysterics.
It wasn't easy, but even through his tears of mirth Emerick could see Jacoby's doubtful expression in response to Rosalba's rather preposterous declaration. This only made the whole situation seem all the more hilarious.
"You'll have to forgive him, Princess," Jacoby sighed. "It has been a trying holiday and he has not slept well the past few nights. Clearly, he is not in his right mind."
