Braelyn's POV
It took everything in me at that moment not to burst into a round of laughter. Lucien was a real pain in the ass. My eyes went wide as I faked a surprised expression. "That's new. It's been ages since Raph laughed last," I gushed, my hand rushing to my face. I didn't give a fuck if he read through my expression as fake or not.
Lucien grinned. "I do have a good sense of humour," he gushed. I glanced over at Raphael. His brows twitched, but his expression remained calm.
Something flickered in his gaze. I couldn't quite place it. "How are you feeling now?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I said half dismissively before moving toward Lucien's side to take my seat. His gaze didn't follow me, but I was certain he wasn't pleased by my actions.
A maid on standby pulled out the chair for me. "You should still have the ginger soup. I think it should still be warm," he offered. I nodded.
