The first thing Lucas did when the front doors closed behind Trevor was kick off the shoes he'd worn purely to look respectable. They landed somewhere in the vicinity of the rug, harmless enough, and he padded back toward his rooms.
There was no question of going out. The manor in the capital was large enough to keep him entertained for days without ever setting foot beyond its gates, and today, he had no intention of dealing with anyone he didn't choose to.
He changed out of the immaculate shirt Serathine commissioned from Evrin only to send Trevor the invoice and pulled on something that actually felt like his, an old white t-shirt, soft from too many washes, and a pair of black shorts that made him look more like a student on summer break than the Grand Duchess.
