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[indent][sup][color=ab274f]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/rijwHsc.jpg]Business & dinner fit[/url]
[color=ab274f]Time:[/color] 6:00 pm
[color=ab274f]Location:[/color] Castle Dining Room
[color=ab274f]Mention(s):[/color]
[color=ab274f]Interaction(s):[/color] [@princess] Edin, Anastasia
[/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]Wulfric restrained an eyeroll when his father missed the point. [color=ab274f]“Advertising is all fine and well but he needn’t have asked my brother to help with his work,”[/color] he grumbled quietly. But it was with the tone of one who knew this wouldn’t be convincing. In fact, none of the reasons he listed were the main one; namely that he had a ‘bad feeling’ about Ezra. He trusted his own instincts – and Wystan’s – but that was the kind of thing which was far too easily dismissed.

He narrowed his eyes as Edin went on to insult Leo. [color=ab274f]“He is still a lord and the future duke of Stravinsky,”[/color] his voice was clipped as he said this, though he kept his tone polite. How easily the [i]king[/i] dismissed a nobleman due to an overblown sense of rivalry with their neighbouring country. And in favour of [i]that baker[/i], no less.

Un-fucking-believable.

Or, it would be, if this weren’t [i]Edin[/i].

[color=ab274f]“Ezra has no business insulting him,”[/color] he stated matter-of-factly. [color=ab274f][i]And neither do you.[/i][/color] But of course, his father continued listing Leo’s perceived faults.

Wulfric returned his attention to the food in front of him. Yet, a mere moment later, he was drawn to meet his father’s gaze.

[color=DDB775]"The apple never falls far from the tree, Wulfric…Trust me,"[/color] the old man smirked.

[color=ab274f][i]To [b]hell[/b] with that.[/i][/color]

It had felt like a taunt, but there was [i]no way[/i] Edin had the self-awareness prerequisite to turn that phrase on him with malicious intent.

The prince kept his expression neutral, unchanging. He directed a stare on his plate, lowering his lashes before the flare of indignation, offense, [i]hatred[/i] could be seen in his eyes. With careful body language alone, he made a show of contrite acceptance.

Still, annoyance crossed his expression at the remark about his sister. [color=DDB775]“Men stare at her all the time,”[/color] he said, as if that was any excuse whatsoever.

[color=ab274f][i]Then maybe their eyes should rot off.[/i][/color]

Aggressively, Wulfric stabbed a cherry tomato with his fork. The delicate skin broke apart, and the tines sunk into the meat with a soft [i]plop[/i]. Once in his mouth, he chewed it till it was mush, then consumed the thing in one go.

With a huff, he expelled all extraneous emotions. Yes, father was upsetting. No, that was nothing new. What point in letting it get under his skin?

When Edin played the age card, he almost sighed. [color=ab274f][i]Yes, yes, you are nearly a senior citizen. Congratulations. Too bad old age hasn't granted you the wisdom you claim.[/i][/color]

Outwardly, he affected an apologetic demeanour. [color=ab274f]“As you say, father…I should have known you would never make an oversight. Please forgive my impudence,”[/color] he made his tone low and compelling. Still, he knew it’d be better to wait before making serious conversation with Edin regarding the party.

Thus, he excused himself from the table, and approached Anastasia. She’d drawn closer to Ezra’s gifts and cakes. Wulfric laid a gently restraining hand on her shoulder. [color=ab274f]“Careful until it’s all inspected,”[/color] he murmured. He eyed the servants who’d been tasked with ensuring the items were safe to handle.