The old king smiled as Honore walked in. "Well, you are a sight for sore eyes," he wheezed. "Never thought I'd see a delegate that was so pretty." He struggled to sit up and had to get help from a healer. "In my day, the delegates were all stuffy old men. It's nice to see some change." He gave a wheezing laugh and motioned for her to sit down as he was caught up in a coughing fit.<br/><br/>*************<br/><br/>Diane looked around the room before turning her attention on the old woman. "I want to know how to be a good wife for him. I want to know what he likes, so I can hold his attention." She would be the good wife she was raised to be, and keep Honore's lessons for private times.<br/><br/>**************<br/><br/>Gavin tapped the papers. "Just some trade agreements. I think we tried to talk about it yesterday, but tempers flared. We can approach this with a fresh mind." He smiled, trying to be friendly. "This should be easier to come to a conclusion when we are not at each other's throats."