Edric who was standing just behind Lucien, suddenly choked.
Lucien tilted his head.
"Uncle Ed. Is the King possibly bal—?"
Before he could finish, Edric clamped a hand over his mouth. With his other hand, he lifted a finger to his lips, warning him not to continue.
Then he leaned closer and whispered,
"Nephew. Don't. He is. But don't say it… It's his sore spot."
Lucien blinked. From where he stood, he couldn't even see the top of the King's head. He was too short.
But if that painting was accurate, then yes… that was how the King really looked.
'No wonder he always tilts his chin up as if looking down at everyone. He was hiding this… Wait. I just thought of the perfect gift!'
Lucien's eyes lit up. He no longer had to rack his brain about what to give.
Edric sighed and added in a low voice.
