Chapter 148: His true fiance
Lucian’s eyes snapped to Sapphire’s face, which was as plain as a sheet of paper. The loud screeching sound of a seat being drawn echoed as the queen dowager rose from her seat, her face red with fury. "What do you mean by engagement? How can you be engaged to a lowly slave?" She barked; Abrielle felt a tiny bit sorry for Callista, whose grip on her dress under the table tightened.
Callista tried her best not to break down from the look of disapproval. Although it was a lie, her feelings for Lucian were genuine and she did have this dream.
"I felt it was reasonable since I was charmed by her talents." Lucian defended unperturbed. Ryker gaze went to the king, whose sharp eyes flickered, and the queen, who was too stunned to react. His voice was stable as he enquired.
"What is the meaning of this?" He asked his voice carrying authority and finally snapped Eleanor from her shock. "Lucian, how can you get engaged without our approval? Did you forget you are the crown prince?" She asked calmly, her eyes focused on Callista. There only emotion in those eyes disgust
To her, she was looking at a vile vixen that had Bewitched her son, only if she knew Callista was a prisoner being exploited by the crown prince.
"I didn’t mean to bring the news to you this way, but I have been too busy lately. It slipped my mind." Lucian defended his gaze firmly. "What do you expect from a great crown prince putting himself first before the kingdom? " Alfonso chimed, enjoying this a little too much.
Abrielle, although she was enjoying it, didn’t make her feelings too obvious. She was actually oblivious to what was happening and started to enjoy her meal. Taking small bites.
"You seem to have a good appetite don’t you?" She heard Cedric chiming from beside her. She smiled sweetly as they got into their world. "I skipped lunch while inspecting the stores." She replied, making Cedric nod.
"Eat to your fill; even if there is a food shortage in the kingdom, you can always have your fill. Don’t bother yourself with such a trivial matter," Cedric mentioned, taking a sip of his wine; the environment had blurred away; honestly, the others never mattered to him except for one person.
Their conversation was in hush tones, and with the tension in the room, no one paid attention to the black sheep. "Are you not bothered that this would affect the plans for the food import?" Abrielle blurted before even thinking twice.