The moment the shrill sound of the alarm went off in the castle, Luciano tensed up. That alarm could be only one thing—Giovanni had successfully stolen the ancient scroll from the heavily guarded chamber. The fey creatures in the throne room began to look around in confusion, worried murmurs leaving their lips as they glanced at each other, unsure of what was happening. Now he found himself standing in the throne room of Queen Aeliana, the only outsider in her castle.
When her piercing gaze fell upon him, he could feel the weight of suspicion settling upon his shoulders.
He tried to maintain an air of innocence, but it was no use.
"Pray tell, what did you say your name was?" she asked, her voice dripping with a polite yet underlying hint of scepticism.
"I did not," he replied, meeting her piercing gaze.