Fennel sat at the table's head, listening to the chancellor, Barlow Lamont, speak. The older gentleman, who had been the chancellor for thirty years, was a fine man. He had a round body, beady eyes, a balding head of hair, and gray cat ears on top of his head.
"My King," Maxwell said in a low-pitched voice. "On behalf of us all, I would like to congratulate you on your impending marriage."
Internally, Fennel groaned at the prospect. He realized he would have to go ahead and marry the princess, but that didn't mean he actually enjoyed the idea of it. "Thank you. Your support means the world. I know Princess Lily will assist in leading our kingdom with her unwavering support."
"Ah, hopefully you'll be blessed with many healthy hiers," The chancellor mused, giving himself a gentle smack on both cheeks.
"Yes, we'll see," Fennel stated, believing there was no way she would have children unless she had a whirlwind romance with a member of the palace staff.
