"You're telling me he lives in the royal palace?!" Lexie asked, her eyes wide, halfway between disbelief and fascination.
I know, Lexie. It's hard to believe that sly, arrogant, annoying Noir, whose laugh can shake a room with gums showing, is someone who was raised in a palace where etiquette is always observed.
Lexie even slammed her thighs, failing to contain her shock. "As in—an actual palace? With kings and queens and—?"
"Yup, Lexie," I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "With velvet curtains, gold-plated hallways, and probably a throne or two. I don't know. I couldn't exactly picture how grand their kingdom's palace was."
"Okay, but why?" Allen piped in next, seemingly doubtful.
Geez. What would I get from lying with this?
"Is he like, nobility? Or royalty? Or… a concubine?" Lexie asked, mischief danced in her eyes, but there was genuine curiosity.
I choked. Terrius almost spilled his water. He wiped his mouth with a napkin that I didn't even know where he got.
