Lucas stepped back, crossing his arms, clearly unimpressed. “Do you always eavesdrop, Lord Idris?”
Idris ignored him, leaping down gracefully from the upper balcony. His boots landed soundlessly on the stone floor as he approached me. “Shouldn’t you be inside, enjoying the festivities?” he asked, his gaze locking onto mine.
“Why is the guest of honor at tonight's banquet idling on the balcony eating an apple?” I retorted.
Idris’ attention briefly flicking to Lucas. “Well, I was just enjoying some quiet time until you two disturbed the peaceful moment.”
Lucas bristled. “We weren’t—”
“Enough,” I cut in, raising my hands in surrender. “Both of you are impossible.”
Idris didn’t seem very happy, but he said nothing more. Instead, he took my hand, pulling me gently but firmly toward the do
