Why did you have to conceptualize it like that?

You start walking to the academy telling yourself that tomorrow you will check in on Hanna. When you reach the base of the hill you see a crowd gathering to the left, the entry to the academy is to the right but, so far checking out crowds of people had only ended well for you. If not for that you probably wouldn't be friends with Lucia, the only person who isn't successfully, or attempting to get into your pants, though being fair there aren't many people who haven't gotten over the hurdle of your pants.

The crowd starts moving so you hurry over, expecting there to be a performer of some sort. Instead you are greet by a familiar sight. Solid black nudity with gold script inscribed into it and vibrant green moss instead of hair. Felicaite was looking over the head of the crowd seemingly unaware of them while Delilah and Isabelle chat with her, them, it.

Delilah's head snaps over to you and they smile and wave you over. The crowd parts around you without any words being spoken. Felicaite looks over to see you and blinks, the fluidity of her facial features despite being made of stone is almost off putting. Isabelle only looks at you because Delilah had stopped paying her attention and you can see the recognition follow by swiftly covered malice. Sadly you are not able to escape as the crowd moves to reform behind you, pushing you into the small group. The fascination with seeing a dwarf and a princess seems to be better than other form of entertainment.

"Hello your Highness, Felicaite, Delilah." You greet each in turn. Greeting Delilah last earns a bemused twitch of their mouth.

"Hello Lord Christopher." Isabelle said. "Did my mother send you to join us?"

"No, I was just walking back to the academy." You said hoping that would allow you to escape.

"I would be happy for more company." Felicaite's voice is far to soft for its level of grave.

"Actually, I believe Princess Anastasia needed him. We just left the academy ourselves and she seemed, intent." Eve said with a soft smile, clearly aware that she was saving you by sending you to something else. "B-but if he wants to stay between us." Delilah said glancing pleadingly at you then at Isabelle. Finally, you weren't the only one who finds her unsettling.

"Then he should stay." Isabelle was clearly reacting to Eve and not to Delilah when she gave that direction. "Come we are going to the Royal Baths." Isabelle started walking and the other two fell in step with her. Delilah still giving you pleading eyes.

Well you had wanted to see the Royal Baths, it had gotten rave reviews from Clare. On the other hand do you really want to spend any more time than necessary with Isabelle's unsettling ass. Felicaite feet click on the stone pathway and you look over to see she had a golden inscription as a tramp stamp and her ass was literally carved to perfection. She noticed your gaze and looked over her shoulder. Her moss hair didn't flow and was attached to her shoulders so when she looked at you the pull made the moss separate slightly revealing dirt under it.

"I would like to get to know Princess Mary's fiancé." Felicaite said looking you up and down. "The lack of aura is interesting."

Everyone looked at you, Delilah and Isabelle included. "fiancé?" Isabelle asked and suddenly you felt a lot hostility from her. "Is that what Anastasia wanted to see you about?"

"It's ..." you trailed off having no idea what you could say that wouldn't screw something up. Say you aren't marry Mary and make Aurora look like a liar to Felicaite, or say it's correct and make Isabelle ditch all of you to go and 'comfort' her apparently dumped sister who can now give her more attention.

"We're sure you can ask your older sister about her love life at dinner tonight." Eve said matronly to Isabelle who seemed almost chided by the tone. "Christopher would you mind taking Felicaite's right?" Eve tapped at Isabelle's hand and you saw a sudden blush cover the Princesses face as she gave Eve a shy smile. The sudden shyness on Eve's fave as Delilah took back control made Isabelle's blush reduce.

You saw no way you were getting out of this. So you took Felicaite's right side and the four of you walked while the crowd gossiped about you, tried to talk to one or all of you, or at one point started hawking items from a cart. That last one was kinda impressive you couldn't lie.