Third Person POV
Alaric sat at his desk, staring blankly out the window, his mind twisting and turning with all the different ideas on how to take down his uncle before he eliminated him.
Now that he was there, in the palace, his original plan seemed weak. Before he could execute any part of it, he had to be back on the throne, having proven his uncles deceit.
Thankfully, he was ready for all of that.
A knock on his door makes him frown, and he rolled up all of his plans, placing them back in the narrow, locked cabinet beneath his desk.
“Yes?” he called out, hesitant to open the door if it was, say, Mia.
“It’s me.” Lucius voice drifted from the other side, settling Alaric’s nerves. Although, it wasn’t like he and Lucius were getting along all that well eit
