'Moonfire Ambrosia'

"Cashew!" Florian called out excitedly, breaking away from the two bickering male leads without a second thought.

At the sound of his name, Cashew's head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly before they lit up in recognition.

"Y-Your Highness," he greeted, bowing his head quickly, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Florian practically ran over to him, disregarding the curious—and judgmental—glances from the surrounding nobles. Then again, they had already been staring ever since he'd been sandwiched between Lucius and Lancelot earlier.

Stopping in front of Cashew, Florian's gaze immediately flickered down to the empty tray in his hands.

'He just finished serving drinks. He seems okay… That's a relief.'

"How are you doing? Did any nobles give you a hard time?" Florian asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.