Was Stuart easy to talk to?

They thought Morwenna was talking nonsense.

Who didn't know that Stuart was the notoriously icy-hearted king of their circle?

What were they supposed to do now?

How were they supposed to finish this meal?

Let alone continue eating...

Seeing everyone still frozen in place, Morwenna was also at a loss.

The main issue was Stuart sitting there, his presence too intimidating, rendering her attempts to liven up the atmosphere futile.

Morwenna sent a pleading look towards Norbert Hetfield, only to catch him suppressing a chuckle.

At this table, Norbert was perhaps the only one who dared to laugh.

Morwenna then turned her hopeful gaze to Stuart, her eyes clearly saying, "Uncle, what do we do now?"

his arm before finally addressing the awkward trio at the table. "Since you're all friends of the Princess, no need to be so formal," Stuart said, then directed the kitchen staff, "Go to the cellar

this nickname, completely missed the part about Stuart

had a cat

was puzzled, then it dawned on her, "Stuart, I'm not a cat!" "Right, hence the cat was called 'Little

Morwenna: "???"

a nickname, just say it. What's

like Buddy, Skip, or Bear. Locals believed in giving humble names to make

'Princess' for her, she didn't know. Well, she was

probably get Stuart's sly intentions. Stuart's possessiveness didn't want him using the same old nicknames for Morwenna, he had to

two shared their whispered conversation, the others sneaked glances at

cider that complemented the day's meal

grabbed a bottle of cider for herself,

to bolster some courage

and Keira

thought Lorna was

alcohol, and drinking three glasses

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