The second prince of the Frotschter Empire was excited by the wine's taste. From a distance, while he shared the blood of the Crown Prince, he could sense how the spirit of Fenrir burned with rage while the Prince of Latrishk disturbed his composure while targeting the one who had tamed his brother's brutality to some extent.
Sverre decided to let the events unfold naturally as a seemingly innocent witness. He met with nobles who enjoyed his small talk and coincidentally encountered the Duke he had been hoping to side with as support in the race for the throne.
"Duke Noverrne. Glad to see you tonight."
"The pleasure is mine, your Highness, Prince Sverre."
"I reckon you have been doing great as the new head of your household… Is this Lady the one I have been told may become your duchess?"
"?! G-Greetings Your Highness, what you are saying is-"
"No. She is Lady Karina, the daughter of a loyal Baron who serves our name. We have taken her under our care at his request."
