"Eh? Why is it a problem?" Florian asked, brows lifting in genuine surprise.
Of all people, he hadn't expected Lancelot to question him about this.
If anything, Lucius—ever the overbearing one—should've been the first to raise a fuss. But Lucius hadn't seemed remotely worried about leaving him alone with Hendrix.
"You know His Majesty despises Prince Hendrix, right?" Lancelot's tone was calm but firm as he crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze was steady, as if trying to read between Florian's words. "And his sudden appearance here is… questionable. Did His Majesty not mention it?"
'He didn't need to.' Florian thought, keeping his face neutral.
"He did, but… he only came here because I was having tea with Scarlett and Athena. They had to leave unexpectedly, and it would've been rude not to entertain him for a while."
"I understand that," Lancelot replied, though there was a faint crease between his brows.
