The lunch salon was quiet as usual, thanks to Edward's advance preparation and light wards that muffled outside noise. The windows were open just enough to let in the early summer breeze, stirring the sheer curtains and brushing against the polished table where a modest spread had already been arranged.
Gabriel took the first step inside, one hand briefly pressed to the side of his abdomen as if adjusting his coat. The movement was subtle, almost dismissible. Damian's eyes, however, were drawn to it right away.
"You're late," Damian said mildly, though he hadn't touched his food.
"I'm not late," Gabriel said, unbuttoning the top of his coat and allowing it to hang loosely around his frame. "You're just early. And fussy."
Damian arched his brow as he stood, moving forward without the usual imperial stiffness. "I had Edward reschedule the council briefing so that you wouldn't miss it."
"How noble," Gabriel drawled, brushing past him toward the table. "Should I curtsy?"
