The Marquis then turned slightly. "This here is my wife, Shayla."
Shayla stepped forward with a grace and bowed deeply. "It's a pleasure to be in your presence, my lord," she said, her voice smooth and practiced.
The Marquis then extended his hand toward the two standing a little behind her. "And these two are my children. Vigg and Aryl."
Both flinched ever so slightly as the attention turned to them. They shifted uncontrollably, the memory of that restaurant encounter burning fresh in their minds. They forced themselves into stiff, awkward bows, not quite meeting Julian's gaze.
Julian smirked as he glanced at them.
"Lovely family you have," he said.
The Marquis chuckled lightly. "Well, thank you, Your Grace," he replied, nodding once.
Then, he gestured toward the inner castle doors. "Let's go in. We have a lot to talk about."
