Mango loco

There was a part of him that was starting to like Addy, especially after she said she’d rather be called by her name. The problem was he was not in the greatest of moods in general, and somehow Addy also infuriated him for some reason.

He tried to focus on the part about that she’d already lost her bodyguards, which just made him wonder even more who was lurking in the shadows, but she seemed more intent on poking at the fact that he didn’t come across as learned as he should when it came to matters of court and nobility. So for now he focused on the bits about his lack of remembering the things.

I know how to address nobility in general. I just dismissed the bits about addressing royalty because I never imagined I’d meet royalty. I definitely didn’t expect to meet any here. He almost added that he also hadn’t expected royalty to be quite as bratty as this, but held his tongue for the moment, but it was clearly on the very forefront of his mind.

Though if you want to start nitpicking about the amount of things I learned but dismissed from my brain because I just don’t give a nug’s arse, you can add the proper way to use the silverware all stuffed into a place-setting. I mean who the fuck cares which fork is the salad fork and why do we need that many forks to begin with. He explained with a slight eye roll, then quickly added.

I guess if you had to put a reason to my lack of caring, I’m more an artist than I am a proper noble, and I really don’t care that I don’t remember some things, especially since they just aren’t important to me. Like they were clearly important to her, he thought in his mind, as he tried to ensure he didn’t stumble again. Rory was just prancing along, happy to be out of the kitchens, clearly happier to have met Addy than he was at the moment.