*In the school garden, Ichor Zetan eats his lunch in peace untill...*

Sasha Deltia: Well well well, what do we have here?

Ichor Zetan: (Damnit, of all people to find me, it just had to be her, if only she stopped trying to frame me for stupid things she would be as lovely as her older sister) " What do you want Sasha?"

Sasha Deltia: "Well what i want is for you to breakup with my sister, but I assume that isn't happening anytime soon is it?."

Ichor Zetan: "First off, what do you have against me dating your sister? Second off, what do you have against me in general?"

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Sasha Deltia: "Well im not fond of my dear sister being engaged to a flunk, and you are both a flunk and an absolutely unbearable asshole!"

Ichor Zetan: "Well rude, but it's not like i can deny either of those claims, i can't use magic and, well, being annoying is at this point engrained in my personality."

Sasha Deltia: "Well thats sad."

Ichor Zetan: "Tell me about it."

Sasha Deltia: "Well me tell you something, I will break your engagement on way or another, you have my word."

Ichor Zetan: " Well good luck with that."

*As Sasha leaves the garden Ichor starts thinking to himself*

Ichor Zetan: (It would be better if she would break up with me, im not well suited to be her fiance nor am I qualified to be king. Well I better play along with Sasha so i can get out of this doomed marriage, hopefully she can pull it off before the banquet."