Damian and Lyra, however, refused to bow.
The Queen's eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked at them. "They are such fine young people," she said softly.
"Hey! Lyra, Damian! This is the Queen," Nolan called, nudging them gently.
But still, they refused to bow.
The Queen simply chuckled. "It's fine. There's no need for them to. Let them enjoy their meal in peace."
The group exchanged glances, the tension eased by the Queen's gentle understanding, and the room filled with a light, warm laughter. Even in a palace of gold and grandeur, their personalities shone through in full color.
Lyra's voice echoed in Nolan's mind as she connected to him through the party class. Master… why do you bend your head for someone so weak? I still don't understand.
Nolan's expression remained calm as he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement through the connection. Well… they are weak. This is the last time I'll ever bend my head for anyone.
