Then came the time for the tea party I had been waiting for. I told you before there was a price for everything.
Because of that, I will explain it now.
Previously, I asked for permission for this tea party. My beloved family refused: reasons of safety and my precious life.
I persuaded. They still refused.
threatened that I wouldn't speak or eat anymore.
They gave up (though to be honest, the eating option was just my trickery. Even if rejected, I would still eat secretly). And that is how Hohenberg family diplomacy works—the threat of silence is the ultimate weapon.
The result?
I was allowed to go with one condition: An escort that made me look like a national artifact being moved to a museum with high risk. Not two or three knights. But a squadron. A squadron large enough to defend a small fortress.
When I arrived at the tea party location, the atmosphere changed.
