A few hours passed after that commotion. Julian ate his breakfast, had his painkillers, and a bloody concoction he couldn't even recall how he swallowed. And now, he had begun to watch Lucius scribble on a large parchment, a few things that made sense and didn't make sense at the same time.
He watched Lucius with interest, glad that his pupil wasn't slacking off.
And then, he raised his gaze to look towards the balcony window where the Duke was sipping tea after a light snack.
The Duke has a sweet tooth. He had discovered.
He ate a couple of macaroons first and then had a parfait. He offered some to Julian, but Julian declined. He could already see where the parfait scene was going.
After all that commotion, he thought something crazy would happen next. Like the emperor coming in person or sending guards to drag them away, but nothing happened. It was just quiet, and he loved the silence.
