George exuded an extraordinary air, both in appearance and demeanor, rivalling even the noble princes and earls of the royal family, if not surpassing them slightly.
His close ties with the Duke added to his allure in the eyes of the castle owner, who harbored hopes of winning George over through his daughter.
“My name’s Alice. What about you?” Alice inquired, noticing George’s apparent disregard.
Suppressing her temper, Alice continued, “I love this cake too. Is it for your family? Mind if I have a taste?”
In a cool tone, George replied in Fleoburgian, “It’s for someone special. Please, don’t bother me further.”
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