"What's the matter with you?! I asked you to get fresh champagne roses for my lady and you came back with a sick bunny in hand!" His majesty flopped down on the couch in a fit of disappointment at the Grand Duke, who has failed his errand, seemingly for the very first time.
Standing by the side of their loyal servant, Prince Andrew tried to appease his father's temper, yet before he could utter a word, King George too complained about his son.
"And you! I have plans for an early royal Christmas wedding this year...Now, you still bring back your mother's ring to me without the her acceptance! Now all you've got is a little pot of baby dandelion?! Oh my,...I'm soon becoming a depressed old man losing out on love..." King George's face fell as he hugged onto a pillow cushion despondently and sighed in exasperation.
Prince Andrew and the Grand Duke exchanged glances at each other before the young man went over and sat down close to his father to console him. "Now, father...I did successfully propose to Cinderella...And even Aunt Laurice accepted your letter of love...It really has nothing to do with the ring...She's just...a girl...who sees beauty even in the most average and ordinary of things..." He too fell into a dreamy daze.
The Prince's words and tone of his voice too brought mesmerisation to the hearts of both the King and Grand Duke, who were instantly reminded of their present love...Romance was really in the air of this blissful kingdom. Had it not been for the wriggling poor bunny moaning of its wounded limb in the Grand Duke's arms, their silent yet heart-throbbing marvels would not be that easily broken.
Andrew got up from his seat and hurried over to the Grand Duke, "I think we as rough men won't do any good in helping this little thing...Why not I bring this over to Cinderella and let her take good care of it? I'm sure she knows what kind of a gentle healing it needs..."
At this, the Grand Duke immediately opposed the idea, stepping back and pulled the bunny closer to himself, too unwilling to let go. "That's no way, Your Highness...Everyone in the marketplace and the country are talking about you and Cinderella...It's really not fitting for a royal prince like you to be heading out again...And must I confess that this bunny means so much to me...Without it, my day would just be absolute meaningless!"
And so both men kept taking turns in requesting and refusing each other's next plan of action. The King, as confused and resigned as he was to their arguments, simply watched on aimlessly before leaving them and retreating to his suite, ready to put his heart and mind into writing his very next loveletter for the beloved Aunt Laurice.