Prologue
The triplets hated their father, collectively.
Not in the blood curdling kind of way.
In the way children despised meddling parents. It didn't help that even if they were many decades older, he could still make them feel small, still called them, "Little shits." Lucien appeared whenever he felt like in either of their homes and crashed in on their parties like he wasn't "an old bastard", like they dubbed him.
Their world had changed gravely.
They were born in a time where horses and carriages served as transport, where castles were great monuments and monarchy was the only method of ruling.
But as the years transversed swiftly, their world evolved. Kings became presidents, heads of states, governors and mayors, until the title lost its meaning and became something more of bloodlines than it had any major significance except the wealth and respect that came from being a part of history or a long dead line.
