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Beatrix was seriously tiring of all of the tradition talk. It was bad enough that she was going to be shipped off here in the first place, did she really have to endure both her mother and her betrothed droning on, too? However, something about the way Prince Hymn spoke made it seem as if he were a bit reluctant to. He had done his best to pacify Queen Lillian before he had moved onto the topic of his kingdom's traditions, but he clearly didn't care for it. He seemed as if he were merely reciting things he had memorized about the traditions to appease–who? Beatrix wasn't sure. Perhaps her mother. However, it seemed as if Princess Aurelia was making her thoughts known silently to her brother as well, though she did little talking herself. Neither of the prince's siblings were really making any effort to help things go more smoothly, though.
Beatrix supposed she couldn't blame them. If she didn't have to pretend to care, then maybe she would also not help the dinner to go smoothly. Magnus certainly wasn't adding anything to the conversation. It seemed as he was in his own little world as they ate, eyes somewhere far away. She couldn't even speak to anyone she liked, because she was sitting with other royals and not the guards and maids at a table nearby.
At Prince Hymn's weird yelp-chuckle, Beatrix almost flinched. Gods, this was awkward. At least the crown prince deemed everyone's silence okay. She decided she would eat in silence then, as she had no interest in speaking with him any further. Of course, her mother could not be silent if she tried, turning to whoever was nearest to her to start chattering away. Both her father and Magnus looked almost bored, not paying much attention to Queen Lillian (which made Beatrix feel a little bad for her mother) or anyone else for that matter. Beatrix could not wait until this day was over.
