Page 256 of The White King's Favorite

“You’re not just going to stay here doing nothing while Ashen and I struggle,” Cessilia smiled. “I know you too well, Grandmother. You just don’t know how to sit back when our family is in trouble...”

“This old lady already outlived two Emperors, Cessilia. I do not want to have to take care of that brat of a king too!”

“Think about it. Please. It’s not like you’ll be busy until your palace is done... in many, many months.”

Her grandmother rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, directing her stare toward the Fish Market rather than facing her stubborn granddaughter. Cessilia didn’t insist, but she was confident she’d get her grandmother to change her mind. Now that this tiny seed was planted in her mind, Lady Kareen would most likely keep an eye on the politics of this Kingdom, and she would definitely come out of her palace to help if they ever needed it. Perhaps she wouldn’t become a counselor, but Cessilia had learned to aim high if she wanted to hit anything at all...

“Who are you calling a brat of a king, Lady Kareen?”

Behind them, Ashen appeared, sighing. Cessilia had temporarily forgotten about his new haircut, so she got to discover it a second time, with much pleasure when she turned around. She couldn’t help herself and walked up to him, a big smile on her face. Ashen smiled back, grabbing her hands. Beside them, Lady Kareen clicked her tongue loudly, a habit when she was annoyed, one she had passed on to most of her children and grandchildren.

“Who else?” she shrugged. “You’re too green to call yourself a man just yet.”

“I’m up for a challenge,” Ashen retorted. “Moreover, I heard the War God himself gets called a brat...”

Cessilia bit her lower lip to keep herself from laughing. Indeed, her grandmother wasn’t gentle with the men she cared about... She never had been. Ashen then turned his eyes to Cessi. He looked a bit calmer, more serene than before.

“Sorry,” he said. “Our talk took a bit... longer than expected.”

“Did you manage to tell him everything you wanted to say?”

“I hope so... I probably still won’t become the Cheshi’s favorite King, but that can’t be helped. I don’t think I’ll ever really trust them either. They never really forgave my mother, and neither did she. So, I think we might have to leave it at that for a while. I’ve already learned to ignore them, anyway. And since they are quite obsessed with my future Queen...”

“Speaking of,” said Kareen, “you–”

“Grandmother,” Cessilia suddenly interrupted her. “...Not now, please.”

Kareen raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t mad at her granddaughter for cutting her off, but surprised. Cessilia had always been, by far, the most shy and obedient of her grandchildren, so this was highly unusual for her. After a few seconds, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

“...I think I’ll go and check out that Fish Market,” she finally said. “Those Dorosef people seem like they can come up with... surprising ideas.”

Without giving them the time to say anything, she turned around and left, walking as elegantly as ever despite heading to the Fish Market.

Cessilia and Ashen watched the older woman until she was completely out of sight, then he turned to her, frowning and clearly a bit confused.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Grandmother was starting to be a bit too... inquisitive, about our love life.”

“Hasn’t she always been?”

“Let’s just say I’m trying to manage her expectations for the future,” muttered Cessilia, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh...”

If he had understood, Ashen didn’t say anything. Instead, he gently took her hand, rubbing his thumb on her skin, and tilted his head.

“So you really do like my new haircut, huh? That look you gave me just seconds ago...”

“I just need a bit of time to get used to it!” Cessilia protested, embarrassed. “This is really different from before...”

“But you really, really like it,” he chuckled, teasing her.

“Stop it...”

Cessilia walked away to avoid his amused eyes, but as their fingers were still interlaced and neither of them loosened their grips, Ashen followed after her, a smile stuck on his lips. For a little while, they walked, in a different direction from the one Lady Kareen had taken, of course. They simply strolled along the river, holding hands, watching the Capital get back on its feet.

“I feel a bit guilty, not helping out,” muttered Cessilia, after they walked by another group of children busy carrying little water buckets to their family.

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