Lucen leaned against the cold stone walls of the hall casually. Himmel glared at him with barely held fury. But Lucen had him in the noose, and he would tighten it if Himmel didn't follow his orders.
Silence flowed through the long hall, the crying maid's footsteps accompanied them as they stared at each other. The dusty hallway had many doors on each side full of old and forgotten things.
Everything the staff needed to run the castlewas upstairs
Yet Lucen was down here.
He hoped the implications were obvious to Himmel.
Now Himmel would be worrying about how he knew where to find him. Lucen heard from Liam a while ago that one of the Lightcloaks was abusing servants. Coercion and eventually blackmail.
Lucen never liked Himmel. His perfectly styled hair, his fitted suits, and the diamond-encrusted scabbard on his hip. Lucen was sure the fool had never drawn the sword.
He had come to the realization that being a Knight didn't mean being skilled with weapons.
