Lucian's eyes snapped to Sapphire's face, which was as plain as a sheet of paper. The loud screeching sound of a seat being drawn echoed as the queen dowager rose from her seat, her face red with fury. "What do you mean by engagement? How can you be engaged to a lowly slave?" She barked; Abrielle felt a tiny bit sorry for Callista, whose grip on her dress under the table tightened.
Callista tried her best not to break down from the look of disapproval. Although it was a lie, her feelings for Lucian were genuine and she did have this dream.
"I felt it was reasonable since I was charmed by her talents." Lucian defended unperturbed. Ryker gaze went to the king, whose sharp eyes flickered, and the queen, who was too stunned to react. His voice was stable as he enquired.