that means bringing my ways into the court.” The magus’ pompous face darkened with spite and Agatha caught the barest of smiles upon Grimm’s lips out of the corner of her eye. “And your toast?” Magus von Fuchs’ face scrunched up like he’d eaten a lemon. “How dare you?” “How dare I toast my king and queen for being the progressive, equality-driven royals you claim them to be by allowing their son to marry me?” Agatha raised one eyebrow. “A travesty indeed.”
