Chapter 91

• 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.