Lucien’s POV
The air was thick with tension as I walked into the palace, my men flanking me on either side, dragging Rhea and her father along. My father sat on his throne, his imposing figure framed by the high-backed chair. His sharp eyes immediately snapped to me, narrowing as he took in the scene before him.
“What is the meaning of this?” my father demanded, sitting up straighter, his voice echoing across the chamber. His gaze moved to Rhea, then to Mr. Luke, his confusion evident.
“This, Father,” I began, my voice cold, “is the truth unfolding before your very eyes.”
He frowned. “The truth? What are you talking about, Lucien? And one whose orders did you arrest a noble man, my friend!”
Of course, I had expected him to pretend to know nothing, but there was no getting out of this,
