"You're telling me he lives in the royal palace?!" Lexie asked, her eyes wide, halfway between disbelief and fascination.
I know, Lexie.
It was hard to believe that sly, arrogant, annoying Noir, whose laugh could shake a room with gums showing, was someone who was raised in a palace where etiquette was always observed.
Lexie even slammed her thighs, failing to contain her shock.
"As in—an actual palace? With kings and queens and—?"
"Yup, Lexie."
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.
"With velvet curtains, gold-plated hallways, and probably a throne or two. I don't know. I couldn't exactly picture how grand their kingdom's palace was."
"Okay, but why?" Allen piped in next, seemingly doubtful.
Geez. What would I get from lying with this?
"Is he like, nobility? Or royalty? Or… a concubine?" Lexie asked, mischief danced in her eyes, but there was genuine curiosity.
I choked.
