Chapter 15: Darius’s Contempt
The hall buzzed with conversation as servants moved gracefully between the tables, refilling goblets with fine wine and clearing empty plates. The aroma of roasted meats and exotic spices still lingered in the air. The king, seated at the head of the massive table, lifted his jeweled goblet, his deep voice commanding the attention of all present.
"A toast," King Godfrey Highmoor announced, his sharp eyes scanning the gathered nobles and warriors. "To Xavier Alden, son of my dear friend Elder Gideon, who has overcome his afflictions and stepped onto the path of cultivation."
The nobles and guests raised their goblets, the clinking of fine crystal echoing through the hall. Lucas, though maintaining a humble demeanor, could feel the many eyes on him—some filled with admiration, others with envy or scrutiny. He took a sip of his wine, the rich taste lingering on his tongue as the king continued speaking.
"Now that you are well, Xavier," the king said, setting his goblet down with a soft clink, "I assume you will be returning to the Royal Cultivation Academy soon?"
Lucas swallowed the wine in his mouth and wiped his lips with a cloth before answering. "Very soon, my king. I will return when the time is right."
The king nodded approvingly. "Good. A noble son must not fall behind his peers."
As the conversation flowed, Lucas couldn’t help but notice Princess Nyx stealing glances at him. The way her deep violet eyes lingered on his form, her lips subtly curving into an almost imperceptible smirk—it was clear she was playing a game.
At one point, she delicately picked up a ripe grape from a small platter and slowly pressed it between her soft lips, her gaze locking onto his as she did so. Lucas felt the heat in her eyes, the deliberate way she teased him with nothing but a glance. She was testing him.
And he had to admit, he found it quite entertaining.
The feast lasted a while longer, filled with laughter, political discussions, and the occasional song from a group of court musicians. But as the meal came to an end, and the nobles began rising from their seats, Lucas felt an approaching presence.
He turned his head slightly, already knowing who it was before the voice even spoke.