Lucien’s POV

The rain was pouring heavily through the high windows as Rafael and I walked down the eastern wing, heading towards the stables after a brief sword combat. The clinking of armor from the guards passing by echoed faintly around us, but something was off.

Extremely off.

The corridors were unusually loud for this time of day as well heard hurried footsteps and whispered gossip.

As we moved forward, we ...