It was meaningless for Theodore to even try and keep a smile on his face. He was so clearly annoyed, so deeply irked, so immensely disturbed, that if not for the fact that this event was for his wife, or that it was an event at all, he would have kicked Lusinda out without a second thought.
She was like a lost puppy that never stopped coming back to you even when it found a new home, a new leash, and a new owner.
He despised her every benign and could feel himself getting visibly disturbed at her appearance. The anger boiling deep inside him whenever they locked eyes, the deep sense of insanity when she smirked was slowly pushing him to the edge. Who knew what he was going to do when he was pushed off.
The king looked down at Lusinda for a moment with blank eyes. He wasn't like his son, Theodore. He didn't have any personal grudge against her, neither did he have of her family but… he wasn't blind to all she had done.
