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Terrus rolled his eyes, but was satisfied with the answer.

“Well, my congratulations to you both. Now, if you’ll please follow me, I will lead you to Her Highness’ apartments.” He said, pivoting on his heel to march out the guest rooms, leading the man to Lucette’s chambers, passing through the white and gold antechamber, he entered the Nobles’ Room, turning left to pass through another pair of doors into a lavish private dining room.  A room with walls covered in mirrors with a marble table in the middle covered in gold cloth, showing the clockwork gear symbol of Valencia. At the head of the table was Lucette, who had just put down her book and rose to greet them.

“Arcturus a pleasure to see you well. I hope the gears all around you didn’t hinder your sleep.” She greeted with a soft smile.

“Alright Lucy, I brought. I’ll be in the sitting room taking my nap that you interrupted.” He said somewhat sassily, lifting his rifle onto his shoulders as he turned to leave. 

“You’re not eating with us?” She asked sadly, her smile dropping into a confused frown. Terrus froze and then sighed, turning around to place a kiss on her cheek.

“We can gelato later on your balcony.” He compromised. Seeing the bright grin bloom on her face again, he gave her another kiss, this time on her forehead before leaving the dining room. When he was gone, she gave Arcturus a sad smile.

“Did he say something?”

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At the shrug she received, she released a heavy sigh. She had a feeling Terrus did say something but Arcturus was too polite to bring it up. 

“I apologize if he has displeased or insulted you. Please forgive him, he had recently returned from enemy territory. Dominatus knows what horror he has seen that those damn piratis are cooking up.” She explained, hands tightening into tight fists as her voice deepened with disgust at the mention of pirates. Remembering that she was in front of a guest, she cleared her throat and fixed her expression into a gentle one. Absolutely embarrassing, Uncle would have been so ashamed in her.

“You must be hungry. Alma!” She called out. Barely a minute later, a beautifully elegant clockwork woman dressed in crimson red enters the room, her red veil covering her hair fluttering behind her like a comet’s tail.

“You have called for me, Lucette?”

“Yes, can you retrieve dinner for us both? It should be prepared by now.” She asked , looking up with a grin at her maid. Alma turned her mask/face to stare emotionless down at Arcturus before nodding her head.

“Very well, Lucette. I will return shortly.” She said, turning to stroll out of the dining room with a panther like grace unnatural to humans.

“I am glad that you slept well. And please call me Lucette....Or if that is too informal for your conscious, then Madame is alright.” She said, adding in the last bit with a dropping smile. She didn’t want to unintentionally pressure this man into calling her by her name if he truly didn’t want to.

“Tell me about your supposed kingdom. What is it like?” She asked, folding her hands under her chin to stare curiously at Arcturus.

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Terrus knocked on the door to the guest suite three times, leaning his ornate rifle against his soldier at rest. While he trusted Lucette, he was wary and suspicious of this stranger that she let stay in their home. He has not told them his story nor has he spoken about this supposed “faraway world” he ruled. While he was polite, expressed sufficient gratitude, and respected Lucette’s authority, the lack of information they had on him was alarming.

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