Lucien’s POV
Arnaud, that traitor, I grumble inwardly. So he was working for my father after all. How could I not see that?
"And what did your informant tell you?" I ask casually.
My father leans back, adjusting his posture as his fingers meet in a prayer-mantis style.
"Hmm." He purses his lips together.
"He said a lot of things, but I need to hear them from my son first before I make my decision. The boy I raised knows how to make the right decisions, so I'm sure this is all probably just a misunderstanding." He grins, amusement shining in his eyes, but I find nothing funny.
If there was anything this discussion made me feel, it was anger, though I didn’t let it show. It was best to keep things natural.
The door opens, and one of my father's servants walks in. I notice a glimmer of
