Logan

After Lycia and I had eaten our fill and she was sleeping soundly in the bedroom of our suite, I headed out. Two guards I had called for were standing outside our door.

“Do not more from your post in my absence,” I instructed. “Princess Lycia is to be protected at all costs.”

“Yes, My Prince,” they both said in unison as I walked past.

Not wanting to wait for the elevator, I dashed down the stairwell and headed straight to my father’s ...