By the time Tobin and his mother marched into the bedchamber a while later, Lucas had finished unwrapping each gift and had displayed them all on and around the window seat. Tobin didn't spare Celia or Gabriel a glance as he focused on the range of treasures from across the continent.
"Not a bad haul for all my efforts between the sheets, eh Lucas?" Tobin gloated, his small eyes glittering with greed at the gifts.
Lucas aimed him a smile that looked almost sincere. "Not bad at all, Your Grace."
Tobin picked up a set of candlesticks crafted from priceless grey crystal, turning them in his hands. "Who sent these?"
"The Kingdom of Tyre, Your Grace." Lucas said.
