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!"

never could. Why can't I

"You..."

Nicholas!" Persephone was amused and exasperated by

I've let go of Samuel

exchanged a glance, understanding without speaking. They knew Persephone might appear easygoing, but she was actually sensitive and deeply committed

the best remedy for a broken heart was to embark on

the Bayers are hosting a banquet this weekend. Toph and Arya's

in. "There'll be talented young folks at the banquet. It's good for you to socialize! You can't just pick anyone. You must find a match of status and background. Absolutely no more like Samuel,

finished, Zephyr slapped him on

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

the family's benefit, that would

Grandpa Nicholas,

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