[Margaret's POV]
Nora and I were walking slowly ahead when I heard the words that Frantz was rattling off to Donald, and my heart sank a little, prompting me to turn my head to look over.
Before I could open my mouth to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere, Nora and Donald had already taken the initiative to speak and gently moved past the moment.
"Frantz, have you been drinking too much? You should get some rest when we go back inside, and I'll take care of sending Margaret and Donald off."
"If you like it, dad, then why not stay a bit longer? Margaret and I would be very glad to have you and mom stay in the Royal City,"
Donald finished speaking and looked up at me, a tender smile on his face.
I took a faint breath of relief, dispelling some of the gloom that had lingered in my mind. Donald's love for me meant naturally he wouldn't disdain anyone or anything associated with me, including my somewhat mercenary and biased, though not bad, father.
