After the small disagreement between prince Lucius and Faerus, the servant who was sent to get me some nice meal entered and was unaware of the heavy atmosphere in the room.
"Ah, finally! Real food." Faerus clapped his hand once before rubbing it against each other, keeping his gaze on the trolley that the servant was pushing towards us that was overflowing with a lot of delicately made meals.
While the servant was putting the plates on the small table in front of us, I saw prince Lucius clear his throat and stand up.
"What is the matter, prince Lucius? You are not going to join us?" I ask, slightly lifting my chin so I could meet his eyes. Faerus did not care whether the prince is leaving or not since he had already begun eating like a ruffian, I can see him from the corner of my eyes.
