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

Lucas exhaled slowly and resumed his walk, hands behind his back like nothing had happened.

"Let me guess, Trevor and Dax have escaped their duties and now are searching for me."

Windstone nodded, his tone as dry as ever. "Indeed. They’re on the balcony. Enjoying the view."

Lucas didn’t even look up. "Of me or the chaos?"

"Why not both?" Windstone replied, utterly unfazed. "Though if I had to wager, the General looked more inclined to leap down than spectate. His fingers were twitching."

Lucas let out a soft sound—half sigh, half laugh—as they turned a corner of the path. "He promised not to start wars for me."

"And yet," Windstone said, lifting a brow, "he married into one."

Lucas smiled, small and sharp. "Then he should’ve read the fine print."

They walked a few more steps in silence before Windstone added, more gently this time, "That was well-handled. You didn’t flinch."

"I used to cry when people spat at me," Lucas murmured. "Now I debate whether it’s worth remembering their names."

Windstone’s expression didn’t change, but the slight shift in his stance—the protective edge softening to something fonder—said enough. "Would you like me to file a formal report on the Vassinger girl?"

Lucas shook his head. "No need. She already embarrassed herself. Let Trevor handle the fallout if he wants to flex his rank. I’m sure he’s itching to."