Drake
Dinner at the castle was significantly less intimidating than I expected.
Mostly because the royal family appeared to function like a deeply traumatized group chat with poor boundaries and zero adult supervision.
Noah and Jonas were arguing over bread rolls like international diplomats negotiating territory. Salas was defending himself against accusations of “teaching inappropriate language to minors,” which honestly sounded like a losing battle considering Noah immediately informed everyone that Salas had yelled at a table earlier.
Elena looked one inconvenience away from developing a permanent eye twitch, and Thoren kept touching Nevara absentmindedly every few minutes like some deeply instinctive part of him needed constant reassurance that she and the baby were still sitting
