King Highmoor stepped away from the table and walked over to Lucas, his expression softening just slightly in a way he rarely allowed in matters of war and strategy. When he reached him, he placed a firm hand on Lucas's left shoulder, steady and reassuring.
"You have never disappointed me, Xavier," he said, his voice lower now, carrying a rare note of personal confidence. "You have never failed a task I placed before you. You are my most trusted subordinate."
He gave a faint, approving nod.
"We are fortunate to have you."
Lucas held his gaze for a moment, then inclined his head slightly. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
It was simple, but sincere.
King Highmoor's hand remained on his shoulder for a brief moment longer before he finally stepped back.
The Blackmare king, who had been observing quietly throughout the exchange, now shifted his attention fully to Lucas. There was a measured curiosity in his gaze, not unfamiliarity, but recognition of reputation rather than presence.
