Emilia's eyes traced him openly now.
The confident line of his shoulders, the way his lips tilted when he caught sight of her.
"Your majesty," everyone in the hall stood up to bow and remain still, waiting for his acknowledgement.
Like he couldn't hear them, Lucas made his way to Emilia and stopped in front of her.
"Rise," he said and slid his hand to her waist, pulling her in a hug.
Emilia protest immediately, nudging him to let go but he refused to.
"You are really having a party with others?" he asked, and she sensed the disappointment in his tone.
Comporting herself, Emilia reminded him.
"I told you I would like to organize the first banquet this year."
"Hmm…seems you really mentioned it." he mumbled.
"Aren't you tired? You were up all night, how did you have the…"
"..."
Emilia grabbed the first drumstick she could find and shove his mouth with it.
"Your Majesty, we are in public." she reminded him.
The others are stilling bowing to him in greetings.
