'Are They A Threat?'

"I shall remain on the side in case you need anything, Your Majesty, Your Highness. I will also bring some refreshments," Lucius said, his tone perfectly polite and respectful. It was so formal that Florian had to fight back a cringe.

'He's acting so different.' Florian thought. The Lucius he knew was anything but stiff or formal when they were alone. The contrast was almost comedic, though he supposed Lucius's impeccable demeanor was expected in front of the king.

It was funny, though—Lucius had always been professional in the novel, no matter the situation. He only dropped the mask of formality during their private, intimate moments. Moments Florian would rather not dwell on, given how drastically his circumstances had changed.

"Much appreciated, Lucius," Heinz said without looking up, his tone dry and bored as he scanned the papers in his hand.