When dinner was over, almost everyone who had been present at the dinner table followed as Eira walked Maxim out to his carraige. It was so obvious that they were being nosy and hoping that him and Eira would be something more than just mere friends.
"Thank you for having me," Maxim spoke to Eira politely. "Dinner was absolutely delicious."
"You're wel-"
"You are welcome to come join us again tomorrow if you like," Melissa interrupted. "Even the next day as well, it has been a while since we have had a well mannered young man around the palace, it's so refreshing."
Zhelimir and Damien glared at their aunt. What did she mean it had been a while since there was a well mannered young man at the palace? Zhelimir was there every other day, and Damien practically lived there! They were well mannered, were they not?