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The food itself was better than he could have have hoped for. He had to repeatedly remind himself that he was required to maintain an elegant style of eating, rather than wolf it down like he would in a pub. His father on the other hand seemed to care little for what he looked like at the table, and he was practically drowning himself in wine already. Despite how powerful and respected he was around the kingdom, there was no one more exuberant when intoxicated like he was. After gorging himself with as much food as he could muster, Willem could hear the musicians playing more melodies that seemed to excite the guests even more than they already were. He leaned over to Amira with a mischievous smile. "Would my lady give me the honor of a dance?"