I couldn't wait any longer

Luciano paced outside the grand chamber, absently smoothing the emerald velvet of his doublet as he waited for the herald’s signal. The polished brass sconces lining the hallway cast a warm glow, but Luciano’s thoughts were decidedly cooler. He pursed his lips, casting a critical eye down at his outfit.

This shade of green is all wrong, he muttered to himself. Too predictable. And these boots… Who lets a prince walk around with boots from last year’s collection? It’s scandalous, truly.

He turned slightly, inspecting his reflection in the gilded mirror nearby. The cut of his doublet was still fashionable—just barely—but he couldn’t ignore how the stitching along the cuffs seemed to cry for mercy.

An overhaul. That’s what I need. A new wardrobe to rival the gods themselves. A smirk played on his lips. Perhaps after this little chat, Gio might find it within his kingly duties to fund such an undertaking. After all, I must represent the royal family properly, mustn’t I?

The herald’s voice broke through his musings, announcing a pause in the king’s schedule. Luciano’s smirk deepened into a full-blown grin as he swept through the double doors into the chamber.

Luciano’s entrance was as deliberate as it was dramatic. His boots clicked against the marble floor, his posture poised, and his expression one of practiced ease. Stopping just short of the throne, he clasped his hands behind his back and tilted his head ever so slightly, emerald eyes glinting with mischief.

Well, well, brother dearest! How fares the mighty king of Antiva on this fine, chaotic day?

@Giovanni Campana