<h4>Chapter 90: A most hirious wee.</h4>


    In the courtyard of the Thorin estate, a formerly peaceful afternoon turned into sheer chaos and Rnd experienced a rather hrious wee to the home of the duke. This was because a crown prince that was known for his impable elegance and unspeakable strength was fighting off a muster of peacocks.


    Rnd could not understand why the birds had attacked him, all he had done was give them one look of admiration but apparently that was all it took to offend them.


    One of the peacocks, the most majestic and feisty one led the attack, after letting out a series of of rmed squeaks.


    The peacocks moved in solidarity, charging like a well trained army as they squawked and shrieked. One pecked at his polished boots, another nipped at his royal sash, one was trying to rip out his hair and others took the opportunity to nip at any part of his body that they could ess.


    The courtyard echoed withughter from the estate staff and the knights who simply didn’t know what to do. General Paxtonughed the loudest, at the top of his voice. He pped and cheered the peacocks on.


    Suddenly, the leader of the peacock gang let out a very loud honk and pecked Rnd’s backside, his arms iled, he stumbled back and fell into the fountain that was in the middle of the courtyard.


    "Aaah!!!" Sigrid screamed and covered her mouth.


    As Rnd emerged, drenched and sputtering, the victorious peacocks strutted around the fountain triumphantly.


    "What are you standing around for? Help the crown prince." Lanai shouted.


    The knights unfroze and rushed to Rnd’s aid, quite a bitte as he stepped out of the fountain with a sword in hand, shooting the peacocks a piercing deadly re.


    As if they sensed the danger, they turned and run away, shrieking loudly as they escaped for their dear lives.


    "I will have their heads." Rnd’s growled out.


    Sigrid dashed towards him and she held her arms out, "Rnd, those are my grandmother’s peacocks, you cannot behead them."


    He looked at her and growled, the peacocks had humiliated him, how could he spare them. They needed to be de-feathered and stewed or roasted. The stupid peacocks were food, not pets, he never understood why people raised those darn birds.


    "Your highness, your inws are watching." Sir Samuel whispered to him.


    Rnd looked away from Sigrid and saw the many eyes on him, especially those of his inws. General Paxton looked like he was waiting for an opportunity to fight him, the duke was frowning in disapproval, the duchess looked worried, as worried as his wife was. If he harmed the peacocks, he had a feeling that he would never be wee on the Thorin estate again.


    He remembered his reason for visiting, he hade in peace to pay respects to his wife’s elders, so he lowered his sword and put it back in the sheath.


    "What lovely birds you are raising, your grace." he said in a bitter voice as he looked at the duchess.


    Duchess M covered her mouth andughed, "Sigrid, take him on a tour of the coffee ntation before you bothe in for lunch. Oh, and give him a change of clothes."


    "Yes grandma." she answered. She tugged on Rnd arm, leading him to the horses. "Come on, it will be faster if we ride our horses there." She waved at her family and set off.


    General Douss was quite confused, Sigrid had mounted the horse with ease. "Is my daughter wearing trousers?"


    "It’s called a pleated skirt pant." his wife answered. She flipped back her skirt to show off the trouser inside, "This was designed for me personally by Sigrid, I have many more like this. I must admit that working in the farms and riding horses has be much easier with these skirt pants. I gave birth to a very wise daughter." she added, beaming with pride.


    "She has not made anything for me." The general mumbled. "Oh well, she brought that arrogant prince over and the peacocks taught him a lesson on my behalf. I feel very satisfied right now."


    The duke and his sonughed softly.


    "I think they were aiming for Sigrid." The duchess joined them inughter.


    "They know better than to go near her." Iryne snorted and then sheughed as well. "Did you see that one that bit his bottom, Its the one Sigrid named Pepper. I must say that it matches its name quite well."


    Paxton Thorin sighed as he put a hand around his wife’s shoulders. "It’s too bad that this scene was not recorded, I would love to watch it over and over."


    "Who says says that it wasn’t?" Duchess M pointed at a camera made of crystal which was used in the shooting ofdy nche on their estate. "There is one in the hedges that was recording the whole thing."


    "We can y it for him while we are having lunch." The duke suggested.


    "Now I am even happier than I was before." Paxton dered.


    The Thorin’s continued tough as they walked into the house.


    Meanwhile, Rnd and Sigrid arrived at the edge of the ntation and he dried off and changed his clothes in one of the green houses.


    When he came out her was the prince the Eldorian’s were familiar with, tall and poised, exuding an air of quiet confidence.


    "Is this the coffee ntation?"


    His deep, thoughtful eyes took in the beauty of the ntation, it was much bigger than he imagined in his mind. The coffee fruits looked smaller than he had thought, he had imagined them to be the size of the big oranges Sigrid had nted at the Vale.


    "Walk with me." she told him.


    He joined her and they embarked on a walk through the ntation, one of the farm hands that considered himself knowledgeable was leading the way, exining how coffee was grown to the prince.


    Rnd was listening, but every so often, his eyes stole a nce at the princess beside him. She was not her usual chatty self but rather graceful and elegant, holding herself with regalposure.


    The fierce beauty of her features betrayed a hint of boredom and an unspoken allure that drew his gaze. She walked with her hands at her side and his eyes for some reason moved to them. He felt an urge to grasp one of them, her hands were soft and warm despite the few negligible calluses, he liked holding them and interlocking his hands with hers.


    As if she sensed that his thoughts were on her, she turned her head and met his eyes, then smiled. Her smile was innocent and yet it still captivated him and caused a minor flutter in his heart .


    Rnd was feeling at peace, simply walking with her, which he did not understand. At theke, he had assumed he was feeling peaceful around her because of their serene surroundings, now, there was noke.


    Was it the ntation? Did it also possess the wondrous effect of making his heart and mind calm or was it her, the woman that he once found to be an eyesore.


    He looked at her again and by coincidence, their gazes shed once again. She turned around and started walking backwards while facing him with that smile on his face again.


    This time, their was a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Is it beautiful?" she asked.


    He looked into her sparkling green eyes and answered, "You are."


    She almost tripped after hearing his answer but he moved quickly and grabbed her waist.


    "Be careful."


    He moved her backwards slowly, guiding her steps and she let him, it was almost as if they were dancing. The enchantment of the coffee ntation seemed to weave an invisible thread between them.