Chapter 14: Melee, Part 5
"You know someone once said those very words at this very important dinner I attended? I was twelve. You can imagine how impressed I was by the importance of this very important dinner. It was some minor noble, I think, affronted that a man who'd insulted his family had also been invited. I laughed so hard I spit wine out my nose and got it all over my nice, new, snow-white jacket. I thought my mother was going to strangle me with her diamond necklace. Thankfully, she loves those diamonds more than all her children combined, so I was merely banned from very important dinners for a couple more years."
Rath rolled his eyes. "You poor thing."
Tress grinned from where he was sprawled lazily across the plush bed, wearing only a dressing robe that he hadn't even bothered to belt closed. "You don't sound very sorry for my awful, awful childhood. The wine was red. I hate red wine."