LUCIUS’ POV:
I fought my way against these men that held me stronger by the arms with every twist and turn I tried to make .
"Let me go! You assholes!" I shouted to the men but it was as though I was speaking to a brick wall.
They threw me to the floor when we got to the throne room.
"Dad!" Ariadne shouted at her father and from my peripheral vision, I saw him raise his hands up in mockery.
"Leave" he said, finally claiming the air of seriousness as I coughed and whizzed before I got to my seat.
How dare he?
How dare he sit on the throne of a man he murdered in cold blood? How dare he sit on the throne that should melt every bone in his body?
My teeth ground each other in fury as he threw his leg over one of the chair's handles and sat as he deemed fit.
"Now. I called you here fo
