After preventing a second incident for the day, I manage to get Antonio out of the armour and Marius sitting in silence in a room far from the royal personnel.
I have many questions for Ignis, and I don't even know where to start. I'm not sure whether to interrogate him in front of my parents or ask to be alone.
I know nothing... for a change.
«Good evening,» I say while crossing the door to the dining room.
My eyes are swollen from crying, my lips red from biting.
I spent more time calming down my siblings than despairing, so I'm not as emotionally stable as I would be if I cried for the whole afternoon.
Father is sitting at his place, stubbornly refusing to let Ignis be there. Even if father is the master of the house, Ignis is still the King.
Mother is on the opposite side, and the seats have been changed to accommodate the new guests.
My seat is still on father's right side. Lucia in front of me.
