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

arguing? I've let go of Samuel already. Honestly, this fight was unnecessary

speaking. They knew Persephone might appear easygoing, but she was actually

heart was to embark on

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

to socialize! You can't just pick anyone. You must find a match of status and background. Absolutely no more like Samuel, trying to 'help the

he finished, Zephyr slapped him on the

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

family's benefit, that would be

"Grandpa Zephyr, Grandpa

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