Re: Barbara and Dick
Dick scoot closer, seeing the invite for what it was and not hesitating to place his hand over hers. He looked skyward while she spoke of the nobility, smiling and shaking his head. "They will talk things that don't matter, much the same as they do now." It wasn't as though they didn't say enough about Dick not having a drop of royal blood running in his veins. The King's word was not to be contested, however. He had named Dick heir, that was it. Prince Richard was a new bloodline with a respected name, a new branch grafted on an old respected family tree. He meant to give justice to that honor in his own way, however, not by the nobility's ideas that continued to watch him as though cockroaches lived under his richly tailored clothing.
Dick looked to the dancing, motioning with his free hand. "You should see the elvish steps. Definitely will cause a sweat."
He swallowed a bit, looking back out among the crowd. It was true, he didn't ask directly, at least not without some sort of prompting that the subject was breached. "Yeah... everyone starts packing up tomorrow." He smirked briefly. "Those not suffering hangovers too terribly."