Cassain had noticed how stiffly Lucius used his right arm this whole time. And sometimes he would see him wince, but he brought it to no one's attention and kept it to himself.
The Duke went silent for a while, looking at Lucius, who tried to deny this fact. Why hide that he got hurt? Or did the prince not see it clearly?
In any case, he just had to check it. And if it turned out the Marquis had truly hurt him, then may someone help him before he decides to server one of the Marquis's bloodline.
And of course, Julian was out of the list.
Alaric's gaze shifted from Julian to his son. Lucius looked small, standing still next to the tea table, and trembling like one who was about to be sent to an execution ground.
The boy was still shaking his head, his eyes wide with a frantic plea for his father to stop, to not look, to stay focused on Julian and let him be.
