Julian sat opposite Lucius on purpose so the Duke would sit next to his son, but then the Duke did something else, leaving the young boy to sit alone.
He finally picked up the words that were caught in his throat and asked,
"Your Grace, I believe there's more room next to the Young Lord."
"Huh?" The Duke raised a brow. "Are you saying you don't want me to sit next to you?"
"No, it's not that, it's just..." He kept his mouth shut, trying to put it in a way that even the Duke, who was a bit dense to these things, would understand.
Wait, no, why did he have to code his intentions?
"Your Grace, you should sit next to the Young Lord since it's his first time in a carriage." He said, his eyes firm and his voice smooth. "That's what you should do as a father."
The Duke folded his arms and looked at Julian for a long agonizing moment.
Julian wondered if it was a mistake to be too direct, since the Duke was a bit... Well, rough and unpredictable.
