Tyranny of Steel Chapter 453: Dinner with the French Prince

Chapter 453: Dinner with the French Prince

Since Aubry had first arrived in Kufstein throughout the past few days, Berengar had been maintaining his distance. As a host, he was forced to entertain guests from the nearby Kingdom of France. Because of this, he would find himself at meals with his family, with Aubry at the scene.

An awkward situation was taking place at the moment, as Honoria glared at Aubry with a sense of overwhelming fury. The feminine Prince of France had stolen her seat next to Berengar and was currently flirting with her man. 

While Berengar was far from pleased with the result, he found it hard to push away the boy's repeated advances. Thus he was sitting in his seat, with a twink staring at him with a longing gaze, trying to find out more about his personality. 

"I heard that your Majesty was just a lowly Baron's son. Yet, you used your superior knowledge of engineering and tactics to rise to the Status of a King. Is that true?"

Berengar sneered at Aubry as he entertained his question with a smug response.

"That is right; in the eyes of many of my more n.o.ble subjects, I am still nothing more than a usurper. A lowly Baron who had killed his way to the top. Now tell me, Aubry do you despise me for my lowly pedigree?"

Though Berengar expected the boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth to rile in disgust of his lowly heritage, his statement had the opposite effect. There was a twinkle of excitement in Aubry's eyes and a slightly noticeable bulge in his dress as he heard Berengar boast of rising to his current position through sheer strength of will. The feminine Prince shook his head before expressing his thoughts on the matter.

"Not at all; in fact, I find it exciting. Despite being born to a line of lowly Barons, you have used your power to achieve victory over your masters, to the point where you are now the most powerful man in Christendom. Any man who calls you usurper is unaware of your great strength!"

Berengar immediately frowned as he noticed that his plot of insulting himself had not had turned out quite as planned. Instead, he decided to take a more religious approach. Though Berengar knew there was no way that a h.o.m.os.e.xual like Aubry was deeply religious, he did know for a fact that the social implications behind his following statement were something the boy could not ignore as a Prince of a Catholic Kingdom.

"So, you don't mind that I am a heretic who has been excommunicated and condemned to h.e.l.l by two Popes?"

Once more, the effeminate Prince answered in a way that was contrary to the Austrian King's expectations. 

"Not at all. I agree with some of your premises, such as how the right to rule over man is given to man, not the Church. I think if our two Kingdoms formed some form of partners.h.i.+p, we would be able to achieve many great things and throw off the yoke of the Papacy once and for all!"

When Aubry said this, he reached over and started dancing his dainty fingers across Berengar's forearm, which was a step too far for Honoria to handle. She immediately lashed out at her ex-fiance and violently ripped his hand away from her husband.

"Get your paws off my man, you filthy tramp!"

Though Aubry was far from a violent man, he realized he was struggling to contain his dėsɨrė to slap the b.i.t.c.h for her interference in his seduction attempt. Luckily for Berengar, Honoria had removed Aubry's hands, or else he would have punched the Prince, causing a diplomatic crisis. If there were one thing he would not tolerate from a man, it was forced physical intimacy. Rather than resort to violence, Aubry forced a smile before commenting on Honoria's behavior.

"Princess Honoria, there is no need to be so hostile. I am simply being friendly, as is my responsibility as a diplomat of my father's Kingdom."

"If you continue to seduce my husband, mark my words. It will end b.l.o.o.d.y for you!"

Despite these words, Aubry was undeterred and smiled at Honoria in response. Linde and Adela gazed upon this scene of conflict while eating their meals. They had no intentions of interrupting the effeminate Prince who was making a fool of himself. 

As for Henrietta, she was also glaring daggers at the young man; the reason being is she would never allow yet another b.i.t.c.h to steal her brother away from her. Even if this b.i.t.c.h was a man dressed as a woman. She would be d.a.m.ned if her precious big brother slept with this tramp before herself! Ultimately, Yasmin broke the tension by making a remarkable comment. 

"If there were a man like you in my Kingdom, we would throw him from the rooftop. Frankly, I find your lack of masculinity utterly disgusting..."

When Berengar heard this, he set down his fork and uttered his command to the chaotic scene and the people involved with it.

"Enough! Sit down, and shut up the lot of you! We are having dinner! I will not tolerate any more conflict at this table!"

Honoria immediately sank back into her seat while Aubry crossed his arms and pouted like a woman. As for the others, they went back to eating their food. For a while, there was utter silence until Aubry finally took his first bite of the käsespätzle; as he did so, he mȯȧnėd in pŀėȧsurė like a b.i.t.c.h in heat. 

This exaggerated action did not go unnoticed by everyone at the table, including Berengar, who struggled to cope with the obnoxious noise. However, ultimately he gazed over sternly at the French Prince and forced a smile. 

"Do you like it?"

"This is the best thing I have ever tasted. Do you eat like this every day?"

Berengar immediately nodded his head in response with a proud smile on his face; as he did so, he complimented the chefs and their hard work on creating such delectable dishes.

"Of course! The Chefs in Austria are second to ! You will not find finer cuisine in all of Europe! Especially not in your Kingdom."

As he made this comment, a lace of venom was hidden on Berengar's tongue. Partially because he came from a German family in his past life and lived as a German King in this one, he had a particular disdain towards the French, especially towards the claim from his previous life that their cooking was some of the best in the world. 

During his previous life, Berengar had enjoyed many great dishes from plenty of cultures, which was one of the perks of being an American. In his view, there were three Nations that could compete for the honor of having the best food, and they were from three different continents. German, Chinese, and Mexican food were his favorite cuisine. 

Reflecting upon this he began to wonder how Mexican food would develop in this timeline since he would colonize the Northern Region instead of the Spanish. The alien hybrid of Native and German cuisine was a thought that he was greatly interested in.  Ultimately he was snapped back to reality by one of Aubry's comments that immediately filled his stomach with revile.

"I wish I were a woman, then I could marry you and eat this food every day!"

The moment the French Prince said these words, he once more received the death glares from Honoria and Henrietta. However, despite their intense hatred for this sŀutty trap from the Kingdom of France, they made sure to stay their tongues due to the warning that Berengar had given.  Henrietta immediately became intimidated by the presence of this foreign tempter and decided to make a move to get one step closer to her big brother.

"Big brother... I don't feel so good. I think I have had too much wine. Do you mind carrying me to my room?"

Henrietta made sure to properly exaggerate her words and sway her head with a fugue-like gaze to sell the act properly. If Linde was not already aware of the girl's feelings and scheming nature, even she might have bought into the show. Just when she was about to comment on this, Berengar stood up from his seat, walked over to his little sister, and picked her up before addressing the rest of his women and his guest.

"I will be back shortly; in the meantime, I advise the rest of you to behave!"

Berengar was not stupid; he knew his sister well enough to know that she was faking; however, he would rather risk alone time with his sister's seduction attempts than spend a minute longer with Aubry.

Thus he carried Henrietta towards her quarters. As he did so, she rested her pretty face in his ċhėst and inhaled his masculine musk. She had finally been allowed to be alone with her brother, and she swore to make the most of it. 

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