I hate it here.

Nothing is normal about this.

[BECAUSE HE GOT TWO OF THEM!]

[Gestures to the nonsense about mosquitoes.]

The secon— [Dead silence, then burning quakes dimitri.]

[BURNING QUAKES THE MOSQUITO TO DEATH.]

I’m sorry it had to come to this.

I request asylum.

[Achilles looks torn between murder and fleeing]

…-Dima, I’m resigning.

GET IT AWAY FROM ACHILLES.

Get that thing away from Achilles.

Get by the fire.

[Opens the door slowly.]

…-Fine. I’m done sulking.

[DOOR REMAINS CLOSED.]

He’s kicked out for a week.

[Turns to the twins, who are coming down the stairs, speaking loud enough for Sylvain to hear through the door.]

Sweeties, papa has to go on a trip for a week. So why don’t we go upstairs? He’ll surely bring presents for you when it comes back after taking Achilles for some bonding.

[PUSHES HIM PUT THE DOOR AND SLAMS IT IN HIS FACE.]

Flattery has never gotten you anywhere.

Don’t you dare “hey babe” me.

SYLVAIN JOSÉ GAUTIER, IT IS VALENTINE’S DAY!

You’re about to check yourself in to an infirmary.

I’m about to be a widow. ☺️

[Smooches Lucas, Roisin, and Colette’s foreheads]

Your papa is being stupid, but I have you three, so everything is okay.

My husband is currently having a sapiosexual dick measuring contest with Linhardt instead of spending today with me.

…-It’s fine I have the children to spoil.

[There’s a moment where Aliah considers both her hands, and crowned with her brown curls she truly does look regal, considering which new person to reach for first…

Only to reach put a chubby hand towards Hilda.]

That’s Auntie Hilda. She used to be in the same class as your dada, Aliah.

Just one moment…

[Ingrid turns to wave a servant over, who dashes off to fetch Aliah, returning with the tot and handing her over to Ingrid. Green eyes blink at the ladies.]

Aliah, these are your aunties.

Come, we can bring Aliah and you can spoil her rotten…

Oh we might very well get stared at a lot, possibly inappropriately, since I’m the king’s wife…

😔

I want you there, because I like spending time with my husband?

Because I have no fashion sense and you tell me I look good in anything, but there are court appearances I do have to make as your wife.

And I’m trying not to embarrass us when your scheming half brother breathes down our necks?

Abandoning me to my fate like this.