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Frederik met his father’s gaze with a vision of his own. He straightened up, asserting a proper stance. “It would be best if I excuse myself for the night.”

Ezekiel fell right into Meridith. “Hey!” He was slow to stand, his head throbbing madly. There were bright green and purple spots dancing in front of his dizzy eyes.

Casimir did not look up at his father; he scrutinized the other silver-blooded nobles, wondering if they knew about the engagement. ''Most likely not. If my father keeps it a secret, then all is well.''