Chapter 87 — A Part of His Choas
"Do you need something, Your Highness? Should I send Philip? Or even better, why don’t I send your favourite Elise?"
Hearing Cynthia’s voice lingering with a sarcastic tone, Lucian narrowed his eyes, clenching his fist to control his anger.
"My what?" He scoffed, letting out a heavy breath to hide his fury caused by her absurd words.
"You heard me. I will send Elise since she has been with you since childhood. She must know you better than anyone else," Cynthia replied, not caring if it came off rude.
After all, he was the one who started to blame her without any logic behind his words. How could Princess Arisia have gotten into trouble when he was the one who was with her while Cynthia was away when he decided to part ways with the princess? He should have been the one to blame yet he put the blame on her!
"I—" Lucian lifted his hand to stop her; however, he halted once he realized she didn’t want to speak to him.
She was the one always rushing after him, to get a chance to speak with him however, now it seemed the table had turned.
For the next few days, Cynthia continued to ignore Lucian, brushing off every remark he made during their dinner with Princess Arisia, which subtly hinted at their situation. That was their only time together, as they both needed to address the chaos caused by the demon’s appearance at the market. The commoners who worked there, having lost their loved ones, blamed the Grand Duke and his knights for failing to protect the land, as the king had promised when they took ownership of it from Count Gionhard.
Although they had little say in the matter, the king had paid them a substantial sum to keep quiet and allow Lucian to take over their land. They agreed, knowing he was the one who fought in the war and returned victorious, allowing them to sleep peacefully. But that peace was shattered when a demon appeared at the marketplace, despite it being near the forest, where demons had been sighted even during the day, constantly threatening the area.
Hearing the clinking sound of forks against the plates, Lucian snapped out of his thoughts. He needed to speak with the grand duchess and clear things between them before they would fight the commoners who demanded an explanation from them.
"Your Highness, we need to speak," Lucian finally spoke, clasping his hands into one another as he looked at her, who was seated at the edge of the dining table.