Lucas looked around and stared at his mother who was the beauty queen of her era. She was wearing a long gown paired with some light diamond jewelry and a branded shawl on her shoulders.
"Mother…" Lucas walked near her with a smile and gave her a friendly hug. "How have you been?"
"Now, you are concerned about my health? I didn't know that Lucas, the Great had much time to pay a visit to his family… even after the blunder that happened at your own wedding." The sarcasm wasn't missed from his ears.
It was already expected by him that she will be furious about the mess and he won't be able to escape the questioning era of his elders. Still, he dared to land himself here because of the respect and the strict order he received from his grandfather and mother.
Lucas took his mother's hand into his and kissed her knuckles. "Looks like the stress has made you turn beautiful since the last time we met. Is that because of me, Hmm?"
