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The King and the Countess stared at each other for a moment, neither blinking, but then the monarch broke the silence.
“Oh, what a strong love you have for each other… Perhaps my comment was indeed inappropriate. Sir Rutger, please accept my apologies.”
A mixture of shame and anger crossed the cripple’s face, but in his helplessness, he could do little, and so he simply replied that he considered the situation resolved from his side. After that, the Illians moved to another part of the hall, allowing the next guest to present himself to the King.
“Opal Milano, Grand Master of the Order of Nachtritters,” Gungnir commented again.
“Your Majesty,” the knight knelt on one knee. “Forgive my curiosity, but I would like to know the reasons why you wanted to see me here today. In my opinion, the wedding of the sister of a captain of one of the many knightly orders to… what was his name? It doesn’t matter. In any case, I don’t think this event deserves my attention.”