#Chapter 165 An Invitation

Charles "Holy Crescent Fall," he whispered. "You're--" I chuckled. "Charles, usually." "Your Majesty... I..." He flushed as a woman came towards us. Her gaze went straight for the playpen, and she cooed. "Oh, she's made a friend. I didn't think she would. She doesn't like people. Who is this charming young man...?" She looked up at me, and her eyes widened. "Uhm... Your Majesty?" "A pleasure." They blinked and looked awkward. "Don't get awkward," I laughed. "The kids will think something is up if you do." The little girl growled playfully, stacking a block. Richard reached for a block with both hands and looked at it strangely. Another pair came to join us, not looking at me. "Cecil hasn't had much interaction with kids her age, if any," I said. "Her mom... well, I don't think she knew how important it is... She was probably just doing what her parents had done." Cecil rushed across the field, laughing with the rest of the children. "She's half lycan?" "A three-quarters.