When Ysabel left the feast, King Baltimore turned to Gwendolyn. Queen Ercel took a deep breath and eyed him as well.
"I will let you deal with your son. I shall deal with Ysabel later," with that, the queen left and tended to the guest, mingling with the nearby monarchs to shift their conversation to a more lively topic.
King Baltimore pressed his lips, clapping Gwendolyn on the shoulders.
"I think you and I need a drink." King Baltimore gestured for the exit. Gwendolyn followed his father and they quietly made it to his study.
The king keeps a bottle of the finest wine there. He would reserve it for special occasions. The special occasion included tonight.
Sitting by the table and pulling out two champagne flutes from the drawer, King Baltimore poured one glass for his son and one for himself.
"Come and sit," King Balimore gestured at the seat available. "Join your old man for a drink."
