The Cursed Prince Fights Back
Prince Lucian's Point of View
His father's hall was on the far side of the palace.
Lucian walked the length of the corridor alone, his footsteps even against the stone floor, the sounds of the rest of the building falling away behind him as he moved deeper into the older part of the structure. He had walked this corridor more times than he could count. It never felt shorter for the familiarity.
He pushed open the heavy doors at the end of it.
The hall was quiet inside. High ceilings, wide windows, the kind of space that had been built to communicate authority without needing to say a word. His father was already seated on the throne at the far end of it, a book open across his knees, his posture as upright as it had always been even if the shoulders carry
