"You're looking at the future head of the Cross family,"
Said Lugh.
Silence fell over the room like a dropped curtain.
Then came a soft, unexpected chuckle—light, amused, and ever-so-slightly mocking.
Selaphiel, the elf, had removed both her cap and veil at some point, and Jahira had followed her example.
Their expressions were easier to read now—Selaphiel's particularly, as she fixed her golden eyes on Lugh.
She spoke directly to him, her voice steeped in cool curiosity.
"Future head? You're quite confident."
Lugh didn't respond. Not right away, at least. He merely sat there, composed and unmoved.
Lyra stared at him as though he'd grown a second head. Coming from her, a comment like that would've been met with shrugs or exasperation.
But from Lugh? It felt off—wrong even. Since when had he ever said something so… so...
