"Damn it!"
Arthur repeated Flora's words, pondering over this rather Royal Navy-style profanity.
But ultimately, he still found it hard to imagine the King saying such things in public, especially about another country's king.
He couldn't help but laugh, "Fleet Street will be delighted, I reckon it won't take long before this news spreads all over London City."
Flora rubbed her temples with her fingers, somewhat resentfully, "You can still laugh? Last night, the Duchess didn't sleep a wink, called for me early in the morning, saying His Majesty the King is an old fool, lacking any kingly demeanor, and blamed Sir John Conroy and me for not stopping the topic in Windsor yesterday. Alas... she should think, even Queen Adelaide can't stop His Majesty the King, what could I possibly do?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow, he was about to speak when he suddenly heard a familiar female voice from afar.
