[h3]Lucien[/h3][hr]

Lucien look at his sister with a twisted expression on his face. 

[color=dimgray][i]"Lorenzo... you will take the vacant seat on my other side next to your mother from now on.."[/i][/color]

The words were unexpected and stung Lucien more than he thought they would. He snatched his rapier from the table and slammed it into the sheathe. 

Inhaling sharply he stared at the faces in the room in turn. Lucien grinned suddenly, the dark scowl gone from his face. He turned his palms upward towards Nalia in a sign of acquiescence. 

"Apologies, dear sister," he said not all too sweetly. "[i]My anger got the better of me, I confess. I-dishonor our dear father at his wake.  We should honor the flame of his memory while still it burns.[/i]" Taking a seat beside Pieter he snapped his fingers at the nearest servant. 

"[i]You there-let's clean this mess up and bring out some more wine for the table. Pieter's cup seems to have a hole in the bottom[/i]," he said clapping his old friend on the back. Lucien paused suddenly, as if he had heard a whisper in the corridor. He turned to face Lorenzo with a mocking expression. He gestured to the seat beside Fiona. 

"[i]I believe that is yours cousin?[/i]"