Luxton Palace.
"Your Majesty," Easton began. "The girl that you danced with might be the—mmf!" Weston slapped a hand over his brother's mouth.
"What did you just say?" the King mused. An unusual smile rested upon his full lips. His countenance was unbelievably calm. It was in his nature to maintain his composure. The world could be in chaos and he'd remain in control of his emotions.
"Nothing," Weston sharply interrupted his younger brother. "I believe Easton drank something weird at the ball," he hurriedly added on.
Easton gaped at the… what was it now? Tenth? Eleventh? Twentieth?! Insult of the night!
Easton pried his brother's hand away. "I am perfectly sober, it's you who's drunk out of your mind," he hissed at his twin.
