The feast that night was loud and boisterous, a celebration of their king’s safe return.
Silas patted his full stomach, then turned to look at his morose brother, who was picking at his food. “So, I hear you put your foot in your mouth again.”
On Lestor's other side, Arhan choked on a bite of potato before putting a hand over his mouth to hide what appeared to be a grin.
Lestor glared at the king and then switched his grim stare to his dearest brother. Unfortunately, that had never worked upon his younger brother. Not in the least.
Silas' eyebrow rose, meeting him stare for stare. “I am gathering that you have not made up since Lucia appears to be absent?”
Lestor growled, lowering his gaze and stabbing at his food with savage intensity. “I don’t understand what she wants of me. I love
