Zephyr and Nicholas walked out together, resuming their bickering, each trying to prove who had been tougher earlier.

Persephone chuckled and walked up to them, hooking an arm around each.

"We let off some steam on your behalf just now." Zephyr ruffled her hair. "Feeling a bit better now?"

"Sephy, your Grandpa Nicholas' still got the moves!" Nicholas laughed. "But your taste, oh dear. You spent four years in university with that fella... Such a wimp, can't take a beating!"

"Nicholas!" Zephyr pursed his lips. "If you can't speak nicely, then keep quiet. Sephy's feeling upset."

Nicholas glared at him. "What's there to be upset about? Didn't we just thrash that kid?"

"You called him a wimp, implying Sephy can't choose right!"

could. Why

"You..."

Persephone was amused and exasperated by

let go of Samuel

was actually sensitive and

heart was to embark on a new

"Sephy, the Bayers are hosting a banquet this weekend. Toph and Arya's new works will be exhibited. It'll be lively! How about going

Nicholas chimed in. "There'll be talented young folks at the banquet. It's good for you to socialize! You can't just pick anyone. You

he finished, Zephyr slapped him

blinked. It didn't sit well with her. Perhaps having been born into privilege, she didn't desire a marriage based on status

for the family's benefit, that would be

at the two seriously. "Grandpa Zephyr, Grandpa Nicholas, I want... to go away for a

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