Lucian’s Pov
I took the stairs two at a time, there was no real sound in the hallway, if there was I couldn't hear it, not over the ringing of my ears as I tried to comprehend just what was happening. My father was dying.
Saying it again didn't seem to be doing much to make me understand it at all. He had been healthy when I saw him the last time, on his way to the border lines to take care of hostile rebels at the south side, and yes while we called them hostile they rarely ever posed any damage, nothing that we couldn't handle.
I strode to his door and opened it wide, the room smelled of sulfur and limestone, and for some reason, everyone was here in his room making the air stale and hot.
" My father," I asked stiffly, the doctors turned to me, the whole room in fact, and bowed like
