"Excuse me!" A young girl about the age of marriage ran up to Lucas.
Lucas attempted to dodge her, but she grabbed his arm. He instinctively clenched a knife in his pocket, but Lee tapped his shoulder to remind him where he was.
"Duke Einhardt, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is May and I would love to chat with you over some tea sometime."
"No, thank you." Lucas removed her well manicured hand off his arm and brushed past her.
"Keep them away from me, Lee." Lucas grumbled under his breath.
"I'm sorry, sir." Lee muttered back.
Lucas made his way to the opposite side of the ballroom where August's son, Theodore, was standing chatting to some officials.
"Duke Einhardt, it is a pleasure to see you again so soon. My father should be arriving post haste. Until then, would you like to rest in the royal parlor?" Theodore motioned to a servant nearby.
