Lucian preferred action to waiting. Subtlety was not his strength, and he hated hesitation. Yet, his father's continued interference had forced him into a waiting game, a situation he despised. The need to find the Agard family was a burning desire, but every option seemed blocked.
His first attempt, the library, had been a predictable failure. The King was too cautious to leave the location of the imprisoned Agards so easily accessible. The restricted wing held only faint clues of ancient histories and lineages, leaving him no closer to his goal.
Frustrated, he'd turned inward, seeking help from his Seer Legacy. Surely, a glimpse of its preternatural sight could help him. But his attempts were met with silence. The visions, the whispers of the future that had always guided him, were gone. Had the Seer Guardian, ever unpredictable, abandoned him? Was this punishment for allying with Arthur Netherborne?
