He laughed again at her words. Courting, Ravus was far from courting him. To be honest Lysander felt the man merely tolerated his flirtations and witty remarks solely because he was in his service. If he weren’t in his service Lysander knew the man wouldn’t think twice about him other wise, but still he liked to think the man at least viewed him as friend if not anything else.
When she spoke then of the thieves he sipped his wine. He’d had his people thoroughly comb through markets for anything else that might have been pillaged from their homeland. Lysander felt he owed Ravus that much at least for his services.
“He has been dealt with my Lady make no mistake. Should any other such items find their way to the markets of my island worry not. Those that think to hock their wares stolen from your home will face the dragon’s justice this I vow”, he said as he gave her a soft smile.
“As for finding it’s way home, worry not. Once my business is finished with those in the West I shall see to it that your crown is returned and your home rightfully taken back, princess”, he said quietly if only for her ears.
☽⋆✩⋆☾ “Good,” she said in relief. She would not ask the details, nor did she wish to know them. There was enough trust in Lysander to believe his words about the thief being adequately dealt with. It was also undoubted that her brother would have held weight in that decision, also.
Could he prevail at assisting them with reclaiming their home. She truly hoped so. The declaration was also a touching comfort. Lunafreya did not expect anyone to monitor every trinket or heirloom that passed for trade, but it pleased her to think that justice would be declared if anything originating from the Fleuret family were to be taken note of. “You have my thanks, your Grace.”
With that, she lapsed into a comfortable silence while she enjoyed the stunning meal that was spread out for them. Some of the dishes were perfectly prepared in a Tenebraean manner, an unexpected delight that filled her heart with a nostalgic joy! She wondered if these were dishes that Lysander also enjoyed, or if this was his first experience with some of the cuisines.
She spared a sideways glance to the monarch, then pursed her lips in a smile when she caught a view of her brother instead. “He keeps staring at you,” she whispered subtlety to Lysander. “Perhaps he might like to dance?” Lunafreya suggested, slyly.
While she knew Ravus was not typically one to dance or make a show of himself, she could also count on one hand the number of times she had seen him drink. This night happened to be one of those times, as she had already seen Lysander refill her brothers goblet twice. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to ask, and perhaps it would give the young king an idea of where his standing in the matter was.
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