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?"

look and seeming in a good mood, Stuart allowed Morwenna to cling to 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,"

completely missed the part about Stuart wanting a

once had a cat

with anything?" Morwenna was puzzled, then it dawned on her, "Stuart, I'm not a cat!" "Right, hence the

Morwenna: "???"

a nickname, just say

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

decided on 'Princess' for her, she didn't know. Well, she was all grown up now, no

Stuart's sly intentions. Stuart's possessiveness didn't want him using the same old nicknames for Morwenna,

their whispered conversation, the others

that complemented

a bottle of cider for herself, gulping down three glasses in quick

other than to bolster some courage with a

Keira

was

and drinking three glasses back-to-back could

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