PROSE MODE.
Luke was in his office looking at some pictures on his phone. He sighed, if he hadn't used Seth as a cover that day, the Queen would have read the evil intentions he had in mind. To be honest, killing Seth wasn't even on his list to begin with, he's more or less just pitiful towards his cousin. He felt it was pathetic that a whole crown prince had to remain locked up all through his childhood just because of some flimsy dark powers.
The sound of a knock on the mahogany doors echoed through the nearly empty room, save Luke and his desk that is.
"Come in."
Kika ambled in, a little gift box betwixt her newly manicured nails. She dropped it on his desk, smiling softly at him.
"Hi Luke, happy birthday."
He looked up at her and tried to muster a grin, but it appeared around the curve of his lips in a rather fixed and oily way.
"Oh, you remembered Kika."
