Both the prince and the marquis were basically at their wit's end… visibly. But one of them was definitely smarter than the other- and so-
There was probably going to be a fight.
And probably a big one- a civil war.
But if anyone in the room had enough brains-
They knew declaring a war while having foreign guests was basically declaring the damnation of the country.
But of course- there was someone here who didn't-
"These are all false! Fabricated! He's lying and I hereby relieve him of his position. Besides- he's not even the real son of Sir Benebough!" The Prince declared.
Oops… they'd figured it out. 'But you should have started with that from the beginning.'
I guess he was waiting for me to lose and-
