Lucien looked toward me for a moment, then smiled faintly before speaking.
"What would the boy even gain from turning against us? If he wanted this throne, I could hand it to him myself. But does he look interested in it?"
Cassian bowed his head in agreement. "No, Majesty. It doesn't seem to be the case."
Lucien leaned back against the throne, his smile deepening. "Then it looks like our bets were well placed. And it's all thanks to you, Dante." His sharp eyes shifted to me.
I only nodded in response.
It was then that Damian's voice cut in, sharp and curious. "How did you know?"
His words struck deeper than I had expected. I looked down at the floor, my mind filling with memories I had buried for years—the life I once lived, the knowledge I once carried. A sigh escaped me before I finally answered.
