Florian found Lucius surprisingly quickly.
He had expected a search. Perhaps a short chase. But there he was—standing still, arms folded neatly behind his back, watching as servants darted from one open room to the next, their hands full of linens, fresh flowers, and ornate guest decor.
For a moment, Florian simply watched him.
Lucius looked composed as always. Controlled. Aloof. Distant.
Like nothing had changed.
'Tch. He really is pretending nothing happened, huh.'
This was also the first time Florian had laid eyes on the palace's guest wing—and he had to admit, it was... overwhelming. Tall arched ceilings stretched toward the heavens, with carved pillars decorated in gold leaf. Expensive chandeliers glittered overhead, catching the light like captured stars. The rooms, each with their own theme and color palette, spilled open like secrets waiting to be discovered.
It was more opulent than even his own wing. Larger, too.
'Of course it is. It's where the real power sleeps.'
