Third Person POV
“Ah, here he is, it's about time Lucian” exclaimed Queen Isabelle jovially as her son came stalking into the private dining room, an angry look on his face.
He barely spared them a glance, while she cast a sidelong glance at her husband, who like her, was displeased at his rude entrance.
She frowned as she took a closer look at him. His clothes were rumpled, and his shirt looked as though it had been flung on in haste. He had taken no care with his appearance, acting as though this was an informal dinner, instead of an important one. She seethed. He merely grunted at her and then took his seat as Katya and her parents gave a murmur and a smile. She appreciated that they weren't put off by her son's disregard.
“Well as you can see, I’m here Mother,” Lucian said snappily
