Eric was still contemplating how best to retaliate against his suddenly bold husband when a quiet cough came from the imperial seat.
It wasn't particularly loud, yet the effect was immediate.
The music softened. The dancers slowed before gracefully retreating to either side of the pavilion, and the conversations around the banquet gradually disappeared. Eric's attention shifted toward the Emperor along with everyone else's.
The Emperor sat comfortably with one hand resting beside his wine cup. His expression was pleasant, almost amused, but his gaze lingered on Eric and Ryan for just a little too long.
Eric straightened.
For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"The first day of this year's hunt has been quite successful," the Emperor began, looking across the gathered officials. "The younger generation has certainly not disappointed us."
Several people bowed their heads at the praise.
