"So i have heard Sire...she likes servants with similar personalities to hers, of course they need to be able to suppress that while around her." Lucas spoke softly, his voice not carrying as they went up the stairs. His cheeks were a light pink, he was certainly not used to being looked at. He realized he did not like being watched so closely. He pressed his wrists to his thighs, reassured by the heavy metal of the fans strapped there.
His face was calm and his eyes only hid their trepidation from practice.