Milena really couldn't tell if she was mad at Lucian, or amused. Their brother, writing so much to the Lady he was courting? Now, if she hadn't heard it from Chartiana herself, perhaps she would have never known, or never even believed it. She grabbed her cup of tea to chuckle behind while Raphael was fuming, making an exasperated grimace and threatening to break the silverware.
"I-I don't understand..." muttered Chartiana, a bit red. "Is it unusual for uh... Sir Lucian to write this much...?"
"It sounds more like he's saving his energy and poetry skills for whom it pleases him," sighed Milena. "Chartie, can you do me a favor? If he tries to ask you for your hand or something of the sort, let him know he needs to get my approval first."
"E-e-e-engaged?" Mumbled Chartiana, getting even
