A few minutes later.
Questions erupted like popcorn.
"Lady Seraphine, how big was the iceberg?"
"Did the lovers survive?"
"Why did no one foresee it? Were their mages incompetent?"
"What is a lifeboat?"
"Why build such a ship if it sinks??"
"What happened to that stupid door??"
I raised both hands. "One at a time! I am not a circus storyteller—"
King Vael: "Actually, you are now."
I glared at him.
He smiled.
I ate more pizza to cope.
"And so," I concluded, swirling my coffee dramatically like I was in a tragic romance film, "the Titanic sank. Jack froze. Rose cried. People floated. And humans learned absolutely nothing because they continued to make stupid decisions afterward."
Silence.
Then, applause.
Actual applause.
Queen Luna wiped a tear. "Beautiful."
General Pudding dabbed his eyes. "Tragic."
High Priest Choco nodded. "Educational."
King Vael raised his cup. "Lady Seraphine… you make even death at sea sound entertaining."
