Slowly, Eric tilted, his gaze lowered as he thought about the best answer to give his mother, and then a sweet lie sparked in his head and he raised his gaze to finally meet with his mother. “Mother!” he smiled, extending his non-broken arm to her.
Queen Neticia forced a smile in her curious state, but she remained unbending in her questioning. “What is going on here?” she asked her son, her gaze wandering from him, over to the servant standing next to him, and then back to her son. Her brows shot up in curiosity, her ears itching to know what business her son had with the servant. Neticia approached the two and for the first time she looked closer and recognized the face of this servant, she perceived something fishy and stared at the two with eyes that could burrow one’s soul for the tr
