“He will see you now.” Silas tone held a hint of warning that Lucia was unfamiliar with, a protective hint to it that suggested the listener had best pay attention.
Hardly the way one spoke to a King.
Lucia could not help the twitch of her lips. Silas. So rebellious, making his own path. It was hard to imagine him in his sister’s court, considered royal blood and being judged for it.
He was bound to make waves wherever he ended up.
His friend left the doorway, and there were murmurs just outside. A moment later a large, white man strode in, carefully closing the door behind him, eyes fixed on his actions. He drew a deep breath and turned, his blue eyes meeting Lucia’s.
There was silence as they weighed each other up, uncertainty and worry in the older man's expression that mirrored Lu
