LUCIEN’S POV
I should’ve been in the meeting room, but curiosity got the best of me.
I walked over to the door, pushing the double doors open. When I stepped in, I froze, my heart dropping to the bottom of my chest. It didn’t take long for me to feel how thick the air in the room was, or how sharp the tension felt. Kellen stood by the end of the long table, his shoulders stiff as his chest rose and fell harshly. At the head of the table were his parents.
The king and queen.
Kellen’s father was pacing, long strides carrying him back and forth along the shiny marble floor. His jaw was clenched so tight, I could see all the muscles stretching taut. Kellen’s mother was seated, hands on her temples as her elbows stayed resting on the table. Her expression was firm, her eyes having a mix of
