Byron hadn't expected much to change sans his marriage to Fran, but being dragged to Antiva because Fran insisted for dinner wasn't on his list of things that would happen. He fully expected to be left home alone with Samson, fussing over the workings of the kingdom, not in an entirely different country for dinner with his in-laws. Dinner. This could truthfully only go swimmingly.
Samson curled up under his chair once Fran had claimed a seat at the table, Byron nodding to everyone in kind as he sat down, only to grumble underneath his breath when Fran plopped her legs in his lap. But he'd promised her he'd be nice, polite, even attempt to act like a good son-in-law and not fight with anyone. That really was his promise to Fran, to not start anything. If they did, well he'd made no promises to behave after.
But as he watched others enter and seat themselves, he did his best to try and give them a smile. Polite at least, as he curled an arm around Fran's feet. Which tightened when he heard yelling of all things and when he saw the source of it, moved to wrap an arm around Fran, not at all inconspicuous, to hold her against him, not crushingly tight. Almost as if he was trying to keep her out of trouble.
He shot Addy a smile, his mind attempting to recall Fran's siblings and family as he heard Samson woof under his chair at the noise.Surely no one here is about to force feed you anything.Because that would require someone to bound all her limbs, surely, for as much of a spitfire as she appeared to be.
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