Galeon helps you make sense of things

Recovering from the shock of Alexia's slap you approach Galeon who is staring at the exit of your tent she just left. "Galeon, will she ever drop the two months I took off years ago?"

"No Sir probably not," His somber face breaks into a rare grin before becoming serious again. "But Bruce, you may not know this, but Alexia had a serious crush on you and thought you would never return." You stare at Galeon in surprise, but you've never known him to lie to you. "It nearly broke her heart, and after that slap I believe she still has feelings for you, Sir."

"I never knew." You protest as you realize Galeon's observation would explain a lot about Alexia. "I thought I was like an elder brother." You do a quick calculation. "I was 23 when I took that trip, so she was only 16. I remember her avoiding me for weeks before I left."

"When I brought you back, did your father ever tell you there was a ambassador from Thebes about a marriage proposal between you and the eldest Daughter of the King of Thebes while you were gone?"

"No." You grimace at the memory, "My father was so pissed he sent me to work in the gem mines for a month, you know that, Galeon." A sudden thought distracts you, "Thebes huh, that might explain why Prince Iaos was such an ass. Maybe I should make amends."

"Perhaps," Galeon scratches the white scar on his chin as he thinks. "It would at least improve our relation with Thebes. I've heard talk that they might be withdrawing their 200 Warriors from the United Armies." His thick eyebrows lower in disapproval, "They claim it's due to a large increase of bandits raiding their trade routes, but it's clearly about how their Prince was humiliated."

"Sorry Galeon I have to get ready for my meeting with the Lord Marshal Raxius." You tell him as you look through your possessions for the hooded cape that you were instructed to wear. "You should come back latter so I can find out who else I might have pissed off throughout my life."

"It might be quicker, Sire," Galeon turns to leave with a cocky grin, "to make a list of people you haven't pissed off."

"Alas, tis a curse of royalty. You anger many just by living." You say to yourself as you pull the hood up over your silver hair all the while wondering what to do about Alexia.