Nero nodded, processing this. Half a day. Then back to the business of surviving, of navigating this strange new life he'd fallen into. He sat up again, more steadily this time, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
"What about Arthur and Jacob?"
Lyon raised a brow without turning around. "Those two have gone to raise wine glasses with their families. The young Lord's return will likely occasion a considerable celebration. Perhaps the Lord of the city will call for a feast soon, given what his son apparently accomplished out there."
"Right," Nero said quietly.
"Also." Lyon set down the vial again and turned, his expression carrying that same subtle amusement. "The young Lord said to tell you that he owes you a drink. So you should probably go pay him a visit soon."
Nero's eyes widened.
"What?" The word came out sharper than he intended. "A lowly born like me couldn't possibly—"
