Lost Her Appetite

"I can't believe I'm marrying an antique," Dani jokingly stated. "No wonder my brother can't get over it."

"I hope this antique is something that can be noteworthy to you then," Abel chuckled as he boasted. "Tell me, Dani, how young are you?"

"Guess," Dani snorted. 

Abel's smile widened. He already knew all about her to answer. "Her Majesty is turning twenty-one before winter's end," he pointed out. "I heard she's excellent in that she jumped two years in her lessons, so you're probably twenty-three…" 

Dami pouted, "Seems like you did enough studying about our Queen."

"That couldn't be helped. The Queen Mother quickly asked for every single detail about our new Queen the moment the news of King NIkolai's unexpected marriage to her reached us," Abel shrugged with a smile. "The opposition will try and be negative with things, so we had to be prepared so that the Queen Mother can throw all the good traits our Queen had at them in response."