___Cestine Palace___
"Oh no..." Lory suddenly clutched her chest, her face turning deathly pale.
Lucas, who had been reading documents on the sofa, immediately sprang to his feet. "Lory?" he asked anxiously, crossing the room in two quick strides. "Are you alright? Do you feel unwell?"
Fredhardt, who had been standing nearby with his arms folded while supervising Lory's condition like an overprotective mother-in-law, hurried over as well.
"What happened?" he demanded. "Where does it hurt? Your stomach, your chest?"
Lory slowly raised her head. Her expression was unusually grave.
"I could feel it..." she said in a trembling voice. "Someone... a woman is eyeing my handsome husband."
"..." The room fell into complete silence; everyone's movement halted at the same time. Lucas and Fredhardt stared at her blankly, blinking several times as if they had misheard.
Finally, Lucas looked at her with an incredulous expression, "...Come again?"
