The throne room was nothing like what any of them had expected. Instead of the formal grandeur they'd imagined, Lucas's parents had chosen to receive them in what could only be described as a living room that happened to be the size of a small cathedral. Comfortable furniture was arranged in intimate clusters, and the walls were lined with what looked like family photos spanning generations.
Damien Grey was sprawled across what had to be the most expensive couch in the galaxy, wearing a t-shirt that read "Galaxy's #1 Dad" in glittering letters. His wife, Vivian, was perched on the arm of his chair, barefoot and grinning like she'd just heard the best joke of her life.
"So you're the infamous gang that came to rescue our son," Vivian said, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Lucas has told us so much about you all."
"We were worried about him," Sophie said, though she was clearly trying not to smile at the casual atmosphere.
