Liam grinned, which wasn't a common sight for outsiders, already reaching for a deck. "Good luck, Ian. You're going to need it. This game doesn't care about your status—only how fast you can think."
After saying that, Liam then tossed a grape into the air and caught it in his mouth, showing it to Ivan with a smug look on his face. Ivan, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and tossed two grapes into his mouth.
Zachary Splane and some other boys watched Ivan and Liam with wide eyes. To them, Ivan was the future king, and Liam was the future Duke Anton, boys who should be the pinnacle of dignity. And they were usually so composed.
Seeing him sitting cross-legged, leaning back on a cushion while tossing a grape into the air and catching it in his mouth, was almost scandalous.
Ian rolled his eyes and scoffed. "How hard can it be?"
But he was a bit unsure because he hadn't seen or heard of this game before, not to talk of playing it.
