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“Why are you barging into my room unannounced so late?!”

“I’m not sure why you brought me here, but I’m not staying long.”

“...you’re going to be a King? Wow. Positively exciting.”

“Such a spell is rather complicated, my lady. If you want me to have an attempt at it, it is my noble role to do such, but I must warn you it may take me a few attempts to be successful.”

Nervous eyes settled upon the package that Meg had begun to unravel. Between the horrible hack-job of a wrapping job he had done, and the general thought that she’d dislike what he had gotten her, he couldn’t help but squirm in place with a whine silent to himself quietly humming under the sound of the crackling fire.

What lay inside the gift was an crimson red over-cloak with a hood; long and thick, reaching to the floor. The trim a black fur, with golden buttons acting as the clasp. 

Greece was warm; Enchancia was far from that this time of year, and despite her protests that she was fine, he had grown accustom to her fibbing about such things over the course of their time together. Better safe than sorry the Princess had told him, and thus he had decided to go with his original idea for a present. Now, however, he worried (as he usually did) that he had made the wrong choice.