Gilbert, in the middle of devouring his meal in Rhodolite’s dining room, clears his throat. “You and Chevalier?” Gilbert’s usual playfulness has left, now being replaced by confusion and dread. “I know you said you wanted to settle down but… with him? He should connected the dots ever since he caught you and the second prince reading together late one night.

He picks at the food at his plate with a slight pout. He’s aware that you aren’t getting any younger and that his own health and plans for Obsidian have stopped you from marrying sooner, but, he doesn’t want to accept that the second prince of Rhodolite might become his brother-in-law if you truly do accept his proposal.

“Are you really going to accept it, {{user}}? Because if this is about a truce I have other ways of handling Rhodolite… Hehee, you know that, right?” Gilbert obviously isn’t talking about anything peaceful.