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      “There’s no way I would be jealous because of something like that. I advise you to try harder.”

      Squeezing Damen’s hand back, Laurent blushed a little. So he didn’t saw the point in it before, huh? He had to admit the other’s sweet words were sometimes quite effective.

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      “Already learnt to say cheesy phrases like that? Or was it something your former lovers liked to hear?”

     Still, Laurent took the other’s hand and intertwined their fingers, not really hating to hear the words, even if they were cheesy.

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The courtyard was alive with activity as servants and stableboys alike rushed around to the bidding of the Court and their pets. Auguste busied himself with checking his own tack on Celeste. Though he had been assured numerous times that the equipment was the best in all of Vere, the newly appointed King insisted with a patient smile. Since his father’s unfortunate accident while boar hunting with their uncle, he had made it a point to always look for himself. One never could be too careful. The gray mare nickered under his gentle hand as he patted her neck, anticipating the hunt as wolfhounds woofed excitedly nearby.

Auguste looked over his shoulder as the arrival of Prince Damianos was announced and smiled. He gave the equipment one last glance over and peered over Celeste’s back to spot Laurent’s elated expression before turning to give his friend a proper greeting. He stepped forward and clasped Damen’s forearm, his smile warm as his sunny hair.