Lucas paused and looked at Leo's coffin with undisguised sadness. "So many lives have been wasted in Fillip's ambition."
"Prince Lucas," Eric interjected cautiously. "There is something I want to tell you. When I spoke to Lady Carla, she mentioned His Majesty the King and Queen Arabella, and she mentioned a 'cursed child.'"
Lucas turned his head, his eyes narrowing. "Cursed child?" He repeated the words in a questioning tone, as if trying to grasp the meaning behind them.
But the answer hung in the air, unclear. Lucas' mind became increasingly clouded with confusion. Leo had sacrificed his life to save him, and the sunflowers had brought back a memory that shook him. The memory was confusing, enveloping Lucas in an unresolvable ambiguity.
Feeling suffocated by the weight of his thoughts, Lucas ruffled his hair in frustration, then got up and left the mourning room. The tense silence was broken by the firm tread of his feet.
