Lucien was summoned to the throne room early that morning.
The hour was chosen on purpose, just before the pale light filtered through the tall windows, and announced the dawn of a new day. That way, she had time for her daughter's training.
Queen Seraphira had not attended to Lucien the night before because her meeting with Annequin had run long and tense, but that did not mean the matter had been forgotten.
Now Lucien stood before the dais.
Queen Seraphira sat upon her throne, her posture composed, and her expression unreadable. At the far end of the dais, Lila and Rhara stood watch, silent as statues.
Seraphira regarded him. "You know why you are here, prince Lucien."
Lucien inclined his head politely. "I have a suspicion, Your Majesty, but I may be mistaken and would rather hear it from you."
The queen's fingers tightened slightly around the armrest of her throne. "You have shown interest in my daughter."
Lucien did not hesitate. "Yes."
