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The clanking of light armor was a symphony always accompanied by the arrival of General Vyra. Peter smiled at the sight of her. She may not have been a queen but she had the regality of one.
"Will that be all, Your Grace?" She spoke formally.
"Yes, you may go." Vyra curtsied, which was quite humorous to watch considering the very masculine clothes that she wore, and obediently left the room leaving Peter alone with Sir Baron and his daughter.
"She walks with such a noble air." The girl smiled earnestly. She was rather fair in her yellow gown that matched her long golden hair.
"Yes, over the years she always has been a rather bit of a snob." Peter simpered. The girl's eyes went wide with panic.
"Forgive me Your Majesty, I meant no offense."
"No, you didn't, but I did." He grinned, taking a sip of wine from his cup as he walked to the other side of the study. Sir Baron regained the young man's attention by clearing his throat loudly. "What is it you wanted to address with me Sir Baron?"
"You see, my lord, there have been whispers of hesitation amongst the people about our country's allying with Narnia."
"Why is that?"
"Because of the heirs your royal family lacks. Some are beginning to suspect your wife, Lady Vyra, to be infertile."
"Is that so?" His blonde brow rose as he churned the wine in his cup.
"Nobles are even looking into Narnian marriage laws to see if they can find a way to annul your marriage in order to remarry." At that moment Sir Baron's daughter began to fidget with her dress, trying her best to avoid Peter's investigating eyes.
"I always have enjoyed how much of a snob Vyra is. I find it funny how a woman whom has all the rights in the world to be informal and bold and impose on us, her kings and queens, act as if doing so was out of line. It's one of the more humbling qualities on her, but on you Sir Baron I find it unflattering. "
"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty?" Sir Baron blinked.
"Tell me Sir Baron," Peter hummed putting down his cup on a table, "are people aware that my wife is a shape shifter?"
"Of course, everyone that knows of the prophesied royals of Narnia knows that, it is common knowledge."
"Then obviously it must mean that your nobles don't know much about shape shifters." Sir Baron stayed silent. "Did you know that shape shifting women can only conceive during the mating season of their respective animal sides? Please do tell your nobles of this positively fascinating bit of information."
Sir Baron's daughter had stopped twiddling with her dress to listen to Peter's proclamation. She smiled at him entertained, thanking him with her eyes for putting her father in his place for putting her in such an awkward position with his implications.
"Now I'd like to end this conversation before my snobbish wife returns. She does do hate it when I refer to her as my wife instead of my general in front of people. She finds it to be undermining and some other sort of rubbish nonsense I don't remember."