Bab 266: No Limit To Possessiveness

Near the grazing table, Cian waved at Eliot, his guardian knight, gesturing to him that it was fine to have a sip or two of wine and to simply enjoy the occasion. Drinking a little liquor would not hurt. With the knights of three kingdoms stationed outside, not to mention the palace guards, there ought to be no issue about security. 

When he returned to watch the performance, he happened to sit in the front row, his broad back partially blocking Arlan's view from looking at Oriana. 

Arlan frowned, "Why do you have to be an eyesore all the time?"

"Are you talking to me, Prince Arlan?"

"I don't see anyone else."

"That's my charm," Cian said, totally ignoring the meaning of Arlan's words. 

Arlan sighed and then Cian's chair was suddenly pushed forward. Arlan had kicked the back of his chair.