"I wouldn't want to stop Your Majesty from eating. Anyone who dares deserves death," Leopold said with enthusiasm. As always, his voice carried across the room.
Queen Violeta giggled, then started to walk away from Leopold, who still remained on the floor and clearly had no plans to stand up until the Queen was seated.
Caius couldn't hide his annoyance. He had forgotten how overwhelming the Lord was—looks like nothing had changed from when he was younger. He would have covered his ears if he could. With that loud voice and that performance, the Lord could be in a play.
"Your Grace," Rylen said softly as the Crown Prince took his seat.
"Prince Rylen," Caius said.
Rylen didn't sit even after the Crown Prince sat; he was waiting for the Queen, who was slowly walking to her seat. As soon as she was comfortably seated, Rylen dropped down, and Lord Leopold came to join them at the table.
"Your Majesty," Rylen greeted the Queen again. "I hope your day was most wonderful."
