Luke's POV
As I entered the grand throne hall, I strode purposefully toward my throne, my gaze fixed ahead, ignoring the expectant faces that bowed in deference. The air was thick with tension, making the vastness of the hall feel constricted, as if we were all trapped in a space too small for our ambitions.
I settled into my throne and nodded at my subordinates, granting them permission to take their seats. My eyes flickered to my right, where my brother, Azazel, lounged a few steps down. A sly smile danced on his lips, a clear indication of the scheming thoughts swirling in his mind, each one aimed at undermining me to seize the throne for himself.
"I trust you've shared the news with everyone?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow, my tone even but laced with curiosity.
Azazel shrugged no
