Eve offered him a small bow with a gentle smile. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Duke Silver."
Regulus grinned before replying, "Please call me Uncle Regulus, if you are comfortable with it," he said warmly, casting a smug glance towards Iskara. The king narrowed his eyes slightly at his cousin for encouraging Eve to address him so casually before he himself had been given such liberty.
Mirth danced in Regulus's eyes, clearly delighted by his cousin's quiet discomfort.
Ivan caught the subtle exchange between his father and uncle and pressed his lips together to hold back a smile.
Sighing inwardly, he thought that this was exactly where Damien got the trait from, finding amusement in others' misery. 'Like father, like son,' he shook his head faintly.
"Oh….I….yes. I would be happy to. Thank you, Du-"
"Yes?" Regulus raised an eyebrow at her, as if gently prompting a correction.
A soft chuckle escaped Eve's lips as she amended herself. "Thank you, Uncle Regulus."
