Watching the sunset as he stood by the window, Lucian noticed a flickering yellow light on the window glass, appearing behind him.
I'm sure I wasn't supposed to get any emergency letters…
He thought, walking towards his desk. Seeing the royal stamp on the envelope, he gulped.
Will they execute me, now?
He pondered, a soft chuckle escaping him. He wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. They never treated him as a human to begin with and he was conscious of their contempt for him. However, he followed their orders simply because he made a promise to his mother— he wouldn't ever try to harm the royal family who were his own blood and flesh.
[They could indeed execute you this time. Before that, let me kill that king,] Keal suggested, his voice filled with excitement. He loved anything that included bloodshed, unlike Lucian who preferred to resolve matters in a less violent manner.