A group of young Castilian nobles listened with their eyes wide and mouths agape, vaguely understanding why a third-rate playwright would be assessed as "dangerous."
The Castilian nobles present all felt it wasn't good to keep listening, yet they couldn't help but continue to eavesdrop.
Marvey, caught up in his enthusiasm, took a wine cup from the hand of a noble next to him and gulped it down in a few swigs.
After moistening his throat, Marvey continued, cryptically saying: "Do you know? Maybe, just maybe, the Empire is about to have a royal wedding soon!"
"Who? Prince Richard?"
Marvey waved his finger: "Nope."
A Castilian noble thought for a long time: "Other than the prince, the only royal children of suitable age are..."
"Exactly, the eldest princess."
"With whom?"
Marvey revealed a smile: "Guess?"
The surrounding Castilian nobles, following Marvey's line of thought, all couldn't help but widen their eyes: "With Sir Little Hernan?"
