There was a moment of silence. Only the offhanded answer that was both light and heavy, both indifferent and condescending, both casual and domineering, floated in the air.
Suddenly, princess Darcina spun around, the hem of her beautiful dress blooming in an enchanting way, with a casual softness her maid could never rival, and looked at Lucas with a smile on her face, a smile that grew when she met Lucas's smiling eyes.
But while looking at the princess and appreciating the beauty that reminded him of home, Lucas held his hand toward the table before him. A fruit jumped into his palm, and he held it before Estrella.
Darcina's smile paused, then returned to normal as she walked gracefully over to the main seat. Crossing her legs one over the other, she leaned back, with none of the demeanor of a royalty except for the bearing ingrained in her, a soft feeling of majesty that felt a little more obvious as she made herself comfortable.
