The King lifted his cup once more. The small gesture seemed to signal the end of the more uncomfortable part of the conversation. Around the table, tension gradually eased, and the servants resumed their movements with renewed confidence.
"But we have spent enough of the evening discussing matters that can wait until morning," he said. "Tonight, I would rather enjoy the company of an old friend without turning every course into a council meeting."
A few restrained smiles passed around the table.
"Of course, Your Majesty," the Duke replied, lifting his own cup.
The conversation drifted toward safer subjects. There were questions about the journey from the capital, remarks about the banquet, and polite inquiries about the duchy's affairs. The warmth returned to the room, though Julian could not help noticing how carefully everyone chose their words.
