Who does he think he is?

~Lucian ~

The night drew near faster and faster, just like I anticipated. I wasn’t going to let Damian run away with my wife.

I had all my plans mapped out, and I couldn’t wait to see the shock on his face when I showed him who had the right to make decisions in this palace.

‘Not even the Queen has the right to make such decisions.’ I thought as I made my way out of my chamber.

My eyes scanned the hallway, which was void of people except the guards that watched our chambers.

“Fetch me, Robert and the head of the guards.” I said to one of them, and he bowed, running down the stairs.

Heading to Damian’s chamber, I knocked on his door and didn’t wait for him to respond before I opened the door and walked in.

“Who is…” I cut Damian short as I found the switch and turned on the lights.

My gaze fell on him laying on his bed, and Cassandra was laying next to him, sleeping.

I gulped hard and clenched my fists as I stared at them. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt the warmth of