I couldn't help but throw Victor a few glances. He was back sitting at the head of the longest table in the hall, talking to Sam, one of his black-booted feet propped on the opposite long, muscular leg.
Julia noticed my glances and spoke in a low voice. "He's more or less our king, our lord. And because of that, we all give him respect at all times, because he's earned it. Only close friends like me and Sam and a few others call him Victor; everyone else addresses him as Lord or Lord Victor. Although since he introduced himself to you as just Victor, I'm sure you can call him that, too. Oh, and I should also probably tell you that out of respect, nobody begins eating until he's started. And he never gets his own food; he's always served, always, even though he thinks it's a little silly, and even though he thinks it's a silly to have staff members whose only jobs it is to wait on him, but we all insist; he's our leader. And he's a commanding, strong leader, but a kind man with a good heart, also, and not too hard on the eyes, either, obviously."
Julia and I began heading over to Victor and Sam, and she glanced at me, a sly little smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
"And I noticed the way he was looking at you while he walked over to you earlier. And it was a look I've never seen him give another woman before, Kate. And if he claims you...." Julia gave me another sly little smile, her big brown eyes twinkling. "Rest assured, you'll be getting a very quality husband. Even a lot of the girls here who are very happily married are still half in love with him."
We neared the table, and Julia stopped talking until we reached it. She asked Victor and Sam if we could join them. "Or are we interrupting some guy talk?"
Victor shook his head. "No. Please join us. Please."
He didn't take his gaze off me while he responded, even though Julia had been the one to ask the question.
He rose from his throne-chair and gestured to the empty chair to his left. "Please."
With a little heat rising to my face, I said thank you and took a seat, smiling a little. Victor sat back down, and Julia took her seat next to Sam, who sat on Victor's right. Victor was soon served his meal; Sam got a plate of food; and after Victor had taken a bite, the four of us and several others at the table began eating. I worked on a strawberry-topped waffle and some eggs without really tasting anything, a little distracted and slightly flustered just from being in such close proximity to Victor and his well-defined chest, the outline of his muscles visible through the fabric of his fitted midnight blue t-shirt.
He asked me if my trip from Haverbrook to the mountains had been all right, and I said that it had been, butterflies zipping around in my stomach just from looking into his deep gray eyes.
He nodded. "Good. Sam wasn't too mean?"
I smiled, shaking my head. "No. Well... maybe just a little at first. He kind of implied that all wives here are forced to walk around naked."
Victor, who had been taking a drink of black coffee, seemed to choke a little.
Julia gasped. "Sam!"
Sam shrugged. "What? I go to pick up a new bride once a year; that doesn't give me very much practice to hone my intimidation skills. It sounded way worse when I said it out loud than when I thought to say it in my head."
Julia gave me a look, sighing. "Men. Sorry for that."
I shook my head. "No, don't be. I actually thought it was a little funny after I knew Sam wasn't serious, and he was a great guide the entire way here. He really helped calm my nerves."
Julia took a sip of her sparkling