Chapter 41

Lucas

It took all I had not to choke on the marvels of the Lord’s castle. The Lord of Baycrest was no different from the rest of the high society bastards in this place: prestige was everything.

And yet, I found myself gassed by the gaudy decor. The over-the-top, tacky interior of this particular meeting room he had lassoed us all into. It was not usual for a lowly Lord of a poor and decrepit city to own such an expensive eye-sore of a castle.

I moved with the crowd, but close enough that I could listen to the desperate rambling between Lord Mueller and Kronos. “Your majesty, please trust me. I hadn’t known a thing about this trade business. I certainly wasn’t involved myself.” He finished off with a laugh—a desperate, peculiar laugh, that was surely fooling no one.

Especially standing in a room like this. I paused my eavesdropping to take a gander, soaking in the lavish decor. The velvet curtains, certainly purchased from abroad. The paintings, antique by the look of the crackling pa