The wizard got comfortable when the other man slowed his own pace, thankful for that as he listened to the king, glancing up slightly when he mentioned his dress,"Is it?"He blushed darkly and pushed the hood of the cloak off of his head,"I picked it out myself."He replied,"From a tailor in town."He looked down at himself and then back up,"Okay, that sounds good."He agreed and shook his head at the question of leaving,"No, I won't. It seems you're stuck with me."He smiled at him,"This is our child, I wouldn't leave you with so much responsibity, plus, if I could say, I don't like the idea of Queen Flora taking care of them."He rubbed his middle slowly with both hands, humming lightly,"Is that okay to think?"He asked, looking up at Greyson again.
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