Even though the guards had reported that nobody knew who had attacked the king, Lucian was more than certain that it had been Edmund. There was no doubt about it. Who else could have possibly done such a thing? Nobody else besides Edmund had the audacity to attack their father, and he was sure Ronald knew it too.
The king was fine now, but Lucian wasn't. He was dealing with a lot of things at the moment, and while his father's wellbeing was important, it wasn't what occupied the majority of his thoughts at the moment. Lucian was jealous, and his jealousy was showing. He had no idea how, or why this was happening, but somehow his two squires had become best of friends, and sometimes he couldn't help but feel that they might even be more than friends.
