"You're- You're royalty . . . shouldn't you be used to this?" Yuuta asked tentatively.

"Get used to it, if not." Henri said, face impassive, and Joshua made a face at him, then smiled.

"Very well . . . but I refuse to sit for it alone, my friends." Joshua said, beckoning them all in, and Yuuta remembered the portrait in the entrance hall, of Joshua's ancestor with his crown bright on his brow and his knights all gathered around him. . .