Elian's POV
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[So, what are your theories of this... 'Ominous presence'? A ghost?]
Now, wouldn't that be interesting?
"Anyway, Baron Magnus." Alpha King Arian cleared his throat just then as the maids cleaning off the glass on the floor walked out of the dining room.
Elian followed the footsteps of the maids for a bit... Until Axel grabbed his leg gently underneath the table, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.
"Hey..." Axel whispered, his golden eyes scanning Elian with concern. "You seem jumpy. Even before that glass fell. Is something up?"
Elian's lips parted as he struggled to think of what to say.
Was he really making it that obvious?
But then... Lucian sniggered at his right, causing Elian to turn his gaze to him.
The Alpha Prince held a glass of wine, taking a sip and dropping it before he turned his silver eyes to the two of them with a shrug.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just... Impressed." He smirked, shaking his head.
