Blackmail Bachata

Kieran eyes lingered on the prince. Something about him gave Kieran a sudden ease. He didn't care much for these parties but did it because he had to. He had to play the game. Kieran had to learn or shame would be the title of his name. Jean simply was engaging in conversation with Kieran himself and not as Morrigan's son. The exhaustion of trying to hold conversations and watch the entire room had placed a toll on Kieran. Was he doing it right? Would his mother approve? He could begin to feel the anxiety of dread coming if he didn't focus on something. 

So Kieran chose the prince. The faint dread that loomed inside himself halted for now.  He smiled gently as he tilted his head to look back at the book. A small embarrassed look washed over him, [color=#17b529]"Oh that book...oh it's nothing important...."[/color] Then Kieran leaned into Jean nearly touching his cheek with his lips. [color=#17b529]"Just a book regarding components and rituals for [/color][color=#17b529]specific kinds of magic[/color][color=#17b529]..." [/color]Kieran whispered his words, so only Jean could see them. 

[color=#17b529]"After a while though, it does get boring..watching and playing a game....but what do I know...I'm just a boy..."[/color] Kieran said with a grin as he took a sip of the goblet. [color=#17b529]"You want some..."[/color] Kieran offered his goblet to the prince with kindness.