[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega

Lucas blinked at the question, surprised. "Is this you asking for permission or making a point?"

Trevor’s lips twitched. "A little of both."

Lucas glanced at Dax, then back. "I don’t mind," he said honestly. "Though, fair warning, I might glare at him like we’re enemies just to keep everyone else on edge."

Dax tilted his head, visibly intrigued. "Wait. Why the sudden question? Did I miss something, or are you planning to poison me?"

Lucas smiled faintly, resting his hands on the edge of the blanket still pooled around his waist. "I said I don’t mind. But do you think he would take me seriously?" He glanced at Trevor, then back to Dax. "I do appreciate your understanding... but he might think I’m mad."

Dax blinked once, then laughed. "Oh, sweetheart—thinking you’re mad is the baseline here."

Lucas arched a brow. "Comforting."

"I mean it," Dax said, stepping farther into the room, the gold drape of his shawl catching in the light like a moving threat. "Half my court thinks I’m mad. The ministries think each other’s mad. And the last time I hosted foreign delegates, someone started a duel over bread placement. Madness is expected."

Trevor looked entirely unimpressed. "And yet you still invited us."

"Because I invited you," Dax corrected. "You two are the perfect storm—strategic chaos with a marriage license. They’ll watch every move you make and forget to notice when I start replacing ministers mid-dessert."

Lucas looked amused. "So we’re a distraction."

Lucas gave a faint shrug. "You can tell him," he said to Trevor, rising from the chaise. "While I go change into something more appropriate, Windstone will scream if I show up in a bathrobe."