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[color=DDB775]Time:[/color] 6pm
[color=a187be]Location:[/color] The Castle Dining Hall
[color=DDB775]Interaction:[/color] [@Samreaper] Kazumin [@Helo] Callum [@Silverpaw] Wulfric [@FunnyGuy] Alexander
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When Alexander spoke, Edin was mid-chew, a juicy hunk of roast duck dripping from his fingers as Alexander finished his flowery pitch. He sucked at the grease with an audible pop, licking his fingers like a man who forgot he was king—or rather, never cared.

[color=DDB775]“Mmmf—hah!”[/color] He swallowed thickly, then grinned, wine sloshing as he raised his goblet. [color=DDB775]“Now that’s what I like to hear.”[/color] He chuckled, then tore another piece from the bird with his hands. 

He leaned back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. [color=DDB775]“Stick around, Deacon. Maybe I’ll toss a few things your way and see if you fetch like you claim.”[/color] He winked, then returned happily to devouring his plate and gossiping, meanwhile Alibeth's gaze had remained on Alexander, shifting occasionally to Wulfric as he corrected him. She averted her gaze downward to hide the grin of pride forming on her face. [color=a187be][i]Now that's the King of Caesonia.[/i][/color]

Edin then slowly set his goblet down with the grin of a wolf scenting blood as Callum's words reached his ear. [color=DDB775]“Well, well, well…”[/color] he chuckled, eyes glittering with sudden interest. [color=DDB775]“Is that my little lamb finally growing fangs?”[/color] He leaned forward, utterly entertained. [color=DDB775]“About damn time one of my sons showed some spine at the table. Public shaming? A touch dramatic—but gods, I like it.”[/color] He laughed, throwing a hand in Callum’s direction. [color=DDB775]“I always said he had it in him.”[/color]

Alibeth, on the other hand, tilted her head ever so slightly, her eyes narrowing on Callum like a falcon sighting prey.

However, Callum also brought their attention to entrance of Kazumin. Edin, who had just finished gnawing the meat off a drumstick, lifted his head as if he’d heard the arrival of a long-lost son.

[color=DDB775]“Ah! There he is!”[/color] Edin bellowed, flinging a bone over his shoulder with zero regard for where it landed. [color=DDB775]“The man of the hour! My Kazumin! Get on in here, boy!”[/color]

He stood abruptly, cheeks ruddy with wine and joy, and clapped his meaty hands together as if summoning thunder. [color=DDB775]“Look at him! Dressed like a peacock at a masquerade and twice as entertaining!”[/color] Edin gestured with a goblet, sloshing wine over the rim. [color=DDB775]“This is the kind of energy Caesonia needs more of!”[/color]

He turned toward the room then, arms spread wide, beaming. [color=DDB775]“To all our honored guests, nobles, artists, and even those who stumbled in by accident—welcome! Your king is delighted by your presence! Eat! Drink! Be merry!”[/color]

[color=A187BE]“Mm,”[/color] Alibeth hummed behind her wine glass. [color=A187BE]“And here I thought Lorenzo Vikena had exhausted the court’s appetite for eccentricity.”[/color]
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