<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Bellamy gazed about him with fresh eyes as the prince spoke, seeing the palace as though for the first time. He supposed it might be a bit ornate. The walls were a soft, creamy white, etched and lined with intricate gold designs. Every few feet, elaborate golden chandeliers dangled from the ceiling to illuminate the halls. At the same intervals as the chandeliers, there were paintings of various sizes and contents adorning the walls. Most of them depicted scenes from religious texts or important events in Gaulian history. The carpeting was a deep maroon, patterned with more looping golden designs. <br/>
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To Bellamy, this was all normal. Gaulians loved to indulge in beautiful things. A person's physical appearance could set the tone for how they were viewed throughout all the court. It was why Bellamy and Lance were so well loved and why Bellamy's...extracurricular activities were easier to turn a blind eye to. Everyone was too distracted by his glowing beauty to pay attention to most of his other shortcomings. Of course, that was getting harder now that he was being forced to take the role his brother was supposed to fill, which required a certain amount of decorum. The court couldn't afford to ignore Bellamy's lack of such decorum anymore. <br/>
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At the mention of having tea, Bellamy glanced back to the prince. A smirk curled the corners of his mouth again and he brushes a stray strand of hair from his eyes. "Of course, my prince. I would be delighted to have tea with you."<br/>
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"Highness," Lance called before Bellamy could tack on anything more flirty. "We're approaching the gardens. Will you take back over?"<br/>
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"Of course!" Bellamy called and then looked to Everett again with a mischievous glint to his sky blue eyes. He held his arm out in mimicry of what Lance had done for Arabelle just moments before. "Shall we?" he asked teasingly. </span></span>