Princess Marie's older brother tried to stand up and follow her into the ballroom but he felt his father's large hand firmly press into his chest and keep him sitting in his chair.
He glanced at his father in confusion.
"A peasant, father," the prince muttered.
"Shush," the king said. "Let her be happy for a moment."
He had never seen his daughter light up so much in the presence of another. For a few years, he thought he was going to have to get used to the bored expression she often held on her face.
Maybe he didn't have to get used to it after all.
The gears in his head started turning again. If it was a peasant she wanted, a peasant was what she was going to have.
He had already invited the Knights of Hydrogia to practice in the castle grounds so he could test just how much the peasant knight's skills had improved since the sword-fighting competition.
He thoughtfully sipped his wine.
