Lilian's gaze swept over the gathered servants as she stepped down from the dark wooden carriage stairs. Edgar was there, steadying her by the arm. Her golden robe with an emerald cloak shimmered under the daylight.
Beatrice, standing at the front, bowed to her respectfully and greeted, "Welcome, Your Majesty."
Lilian gave a brief nod, her sharp green eyes scanning the surroundings before she spoke. "Where is Lucien?"
Beatrice straightened. "He is being treated, Your Majesty."
Without wasting another breath, Lilian stepped forward. Beatrice quickly moved aside, motioning for her with her one hand to follow. "I will show you the way to master's..."
Before she could finish, Edgar smoothly stepped in between them. "It is the same room as my last visit, correct?" he asked, turning his aged yet sharp eyes to Beatrice.
Beatrice, though smiling, felt the urge to snort. But with Lilian present, she swallowed it down. Instead, she nodded. "Yes, but the opposite one, Sir Edgar."
