Chapter Fifty-Two

*Lucien’s POV*

I sat at my desk, a storm of frustration brewing within me. Ember, my supposed bride-to-be, had proven to be a thorn in my side. I had extended countless courtesies, offering her comfort and freedom within the castle walls. Yet, she had chosen to defy my wishes, venturing into the forbidden depths of the dungeon.

A pang of resentment pierced my heart. Had I been too lenient? Perhaps a firmer hand was needed. A cold, calculating smile crept across my lips as I made a decision.

"Where is Easton?" I demanded, my voice echoing through the room. The guards, ever watchful, exchanged nervous glances.

"We're not sure, sir," one of them stammered.

"Very well," I replied, dismissing their uncertainty. "It's probably best he's not here for this."

Easton, with his misplaced loyalty and secret affection for Sara, was a potential threat. But it was Ember who had forced my hand. She had crossed a line, a line that would have dire consequences.