"Oh, for how long are you two going to sulk like that?"
Lord Dragomir had not all of his wit with him, and for a good reason. It was his wife's last hibernation before her due date.
That alone promised to be a lot of work, having to deal with the two people he spent the most time with being all broody and quiet, offered him no additional solace whatsoever.
"My Lord," in response, Lauden merely bowed in front of him.
Whereas Reubon said and did nothing aside from clutching a sheet of paper in his hand.
"What is it with you? Ever since that damned wedding, neither of you has said a meaningful word," seeing as Reubon just folded the page back into a rectangle without replying, Darrick quickly added, "We will deal with that matter as soon as I am in a clearer head space. Nothing is yet lost. We have all the time and cards we need between our hands,"
Nothing is yet lost, he said…
Lauden begged to differ. They did lose something. At least, it felt like that to him.
