Feyre pushed herself back, obediently moving to grab a tunic and a pair of leggings. She wouldn’t pretend to be happy about any of it, not that he expected that she was at all happy about anything. Within a few minutes they were downstairs in the dining room, Feyre seated at his right hand and eating just enough to placate him.
“I thought Lucien would be joining us.” She’d thought she could ask him to chaperone her on a ride and try to appeal to him.