[The light scratches feel especially good after so long spent without familiar touch. He tilts his head, pressing his other cheek to Peony's shoulder and trying to appear as harmless as possible.]
[Unfortunately, the guards don't seem convinced. There are a few more mutterings.]
Your Majesty... If he's the feral, he knows how to use fonic artes.
[Another one chimes in:] And he was trying to steal from the Imperial library.
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[Unfortunately, the guards don't seem convinced. There are a few more mutterings.]
Your Majesty... If he's the feral, he knows how to use fonic artes.
[Another one chimes in:] And he was trying to steal from the Imperial library.