"Yeah, I'm fine," Leia replied, settling quietly into her chair. Her gaze shifted to Lucien, but he didn't so much as glance her way.
'He's still upset with me,' she thought, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Be careful," Kieran whispered beside her, his tone gentle with concern.
Leia gave a small nod. "Hmm."
The rest of the meal passed with her quietly picking at her food.
"Why are you so quiet today?" Ronan asked after a moment. "You usually talk the most during dinner."
Leia hesitated, then glanced at Lucien, who remained silent.
"Lucien gets angry if I talk during dinner," she said softly, hoping to stir some reaction from him.
But Lucien didn't respond. He simply dabbed his mouth with a napkin, pushed back his chair, and stood. "I'm done. Good night," he said to his brothers and exited the dining hall without a backward glance.
Kieran frowned. "What's wrong with him?"
