Chapter 142: Protective Brother
Dominic used the food as an excuse to give himself a moment to think.
"So, what you’re saying is that it would be best if a marriage alliance united myself and the Ninth Princess, but you would most desperately like to tear my arms from their sockets for harbouring such thoughts about your little sister?" He asked.
The Crown Prince chuckled softly. "I like it when a man understands the position that he is in. You know, most of the lesser Nobles would have immediately agreed and suggested the marriage themselves, then taken their well-earned beating as the price of victory.
However, I am disinclined to dismember you for all those nights spent alone in the Strategy Room, so long as there is no child involved."
So, he still didn’t believe that Dominic was telling the truth about their relationship.
But no beating sounded like a good start.
After all, the Crown Prince might not be as powerful as the second Prince when it came to magic, but he was an accomplished General, and well known for both his physical strength and his magical acumen.
A Palace Maid placed tea in front of Dominic, who politely took a sip, and then paused as he tasted Dragonberries.
"Oh, that brings me back. Now, is that tea just for me, or are things going to get interesting here as well?" Dominic demanded, flaring with magical power as he prepared to keep the maid from fleeing.
"Calm down, Advisor.
It is simply a test prepared for you, to ensure that the rumours of your Royal Lineage were fact and not carefully crafted fiction." Claudius demanded before Dominic could do anything to harm his staff.