Chapter 42

Chapter 42:

Lancelin’s P.O.V

“You called, father?” I entered his chambers after knocking on the huge iron doors.

I knew that these doors were not just bulletproof but also spelled by mages against any supernatural attack. My father was paranoid and it wasn’t just because he was the King. He has his fair shares of skeletons in the closet. And that is why Castel Estella is a fortress, surrounded on all sides by extremely capable guards as well as mage barriers.

“Ah! There you are!” He answered from his bed, sitting only in a red, velvet night robe, surrounded by several of our scantily clothed human servants.

My brother and I were both mirror images of our fathers. And anyone who saw Nathaniel Eustein would notice that immediately. Sometimes people mistook us for one another. He and I had the same dark hair, the same fair complexion, height, built and face cutting. The only differe