Lucien remained at the training ground where the king had left him with Lord Septimus. The clash of metal and the distant grunts of warriors filled the air, yet his attention was elsewhere, the air seemed different. It wasn't long before a sharp voice echoed in his mind, clear, commanding, and impossible to ignore.
"Meet me in the dungeon."
Lucien stiffened slightly at the mind link. For a brief moment, surprise flickered across his face. Since their return, the king had barely acknowledged the two rogues they had captured, let alone shown any interest in interrogating them. And now, out of nowhere, he was summoning him to the dungeon.
It didn't sit right.
"The air seems different… I wonder who made the king angry," Septimus remarked casually, dropping one of the weapons he had been examining with a faint clang.
Lucien's brows furrowed. The air…
That was it.
