Necessitas is the mother of frustration

[gladtoseeyouidiots]

Her parents are actually going through with this. Carolina has negotiated and argued for countless hours now, only to find out that they signed the treaty behind her back. Never mind that she will one day rule the country of Necessitas in her mother's place. She's being married off like chattel to a man who cares more about his profligate affairs with various lovers than about his own kingdom.

Some stories call him a demon. Carolina is already convinced he's a monster.

She won't weep. Not in front of the court. But when she sweeps into the privacy of her own room, angry tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "This is wrong," she whispers.

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[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Good bakery nearby," Maine says. Its pastries aren't quite as good as the ones that the palace baker makes, but they'll do.

He freezes at that remark, though. He hadn't meant to offend. And Delta is blushing so prettily that he really doesn't know how to respond.

[protective_logic]

"Oh now everyone we passed will think me foolish," Delta bemoans, truly distraught. He's supposed to be presentable. Poised. Controlled. Dammit.

"I must go back."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Back?" But the stall is right there!

[protective_logic]

"I looked a fool," Delta says, unfortunately self aware.

Self consciousness has reared its head and made delta nervous.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"But no one noticed." Nobody really cares. And if they did, Maine would have words with them. "You look good."

[protective_logic]

"I do?" Delta asks, blushing again. Does he? Does he care that the man thinks so?

Demos help him, he does. IT makes him feel warm.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Yeah." He looks far more comfortable in the local dress than most of the men he came with. What's not to find good?

[protective_logic]

"Really?" Delta can't help but say again. He tries to stop the blushing. "Uh, lead on."