'Not Happy At All'

The conversation came to an abrupt halt as Lucius stopped dead in his tracks, the sharp sound of his polished boots hitting the marble floor echoing faintly down the grand corridor. The light streaming through the tall, arched windows caught the faint glint of his glasses as he turned sharply toward Florian, his usually composed expression giving way to wide-eyed disbelief.

"Have you already forgotten, Your Highness?" Lucius asked, his tone tinged with incredulity. His posture stiffened, shoulders squaring as if the sheer absurdity of Florian's question physically demanded a reaction.

Florian's own steps faltered. He hadn't expected this kind of reaction, and now his heart picked up pace, thudding uncomfortably in his chest.

'Oh God. Is it that important?' he thought, trying to maintain an air of indifference even as unease bubbled beneath the surface. His mind scrambled for answers.