Lucas bowed, his hands on his thighs and bending at the waist as he kept his gaze adverted as one was supposed to, he did stiffen as the Queen spoke though it was barely noticeable, a bare twitch of his muscles. His blue eyes were on the floor, one did not make eye contact with those higher than yourself after all.
He stood just behind and to the left of Peirce not moving a muscle as he stood there listening, he would not speak unless spoken to. He did give a single quick glance at the Queen before quickly adverting his sky blue gaze once more to the floor. He already knew she was not a woman to cross, the servants knew everything, but none would speak out for fear of being singled out for her 'punishment'. Lucas valued his life and so stood still and did not speak, he had not been the one spoken to after all.

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