“Hey! How come you have spikes on your back and your servants don’t? Why are you taller than them?”
The Captain snorted a bit, obviously amused at Merlot’s choice of wording. He made a bit of an effort to make her laugh, as she had recently worked up the courage to leave her room. Couldn’t let that bravery appear unappreciated.
“I believe you mean my soldiers, Merlot. I don’t have any servants.”
She laughed. Her sense of humor was a bit strange, but that didn’t matter much to him. She thought it quite hilarious that he didn’t have any servants, even though he did belong to a family line as equally aristocratic as hers.
“But! Since you are so small, I will answer your question. My family comes from a far away region, where we all have these spikes. Their families come from an area where they do not have them. It is as simple as that. I’m still the same as they are, I assure you.”
Merlot nodded. This answer was good enough for her. Wait..
“I’m as big as you, you know! That’s hardly small. How did that have anything to do with answering my question?” She wasn’t quite used to people playing around with her, as they were all afraid of provoking her temper. That usually accompanied her father being very angry, which no one wished to face.
“It had everything to do with it! Were you any bigger, I wouldn’t have been able to answer your question.”
She thought about this for a moment. It didn’t quite make sense, but he did say he was from a far away place. Maybe they had different customs. She wasn’t going to judge, though. She rather liked him.
“What if I get bigger than you? Would you still answer my questions?” She was a bit worried. Her dad certainly dwarfed him by a very large margin.
“Well.. I don’t know. I guess I could make an exception just for you. You have to come to lunch with me though, as payment.”
He struck a hard bargain, but she gave in.
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