Valentine had bruises all over his young body, and they were either from old master Lenort, Ryan, or Lestat.
Lumian gently pulled him into a hug and stood up while carrying him in his arms.
"I would like to take him to his room, Father," he said.
Old Master Lenort waved his hand at him, dismissing him. Lumian left the meeting room with Valentine in his arms.
He knew Valentine loved Draven more than anything for reasons unknown, therefore, he was not willing to let him witness what was about to happen. He did not need to be told what would unfold.
"Where are we going?" Valentine asked.
Lumian looked at him. "To your room. You need to eat and sleep. I am sure you will feel better and bubbly in the morning." He smiled cynically at him.
Valentine blinked his large eyes and tried to smile in response, but the sound of something breaking startled him. Then came old master Lenort's high tone.
"Call the royal guards!"
