Meanwhile, back in Ars Luma...
"Father, when do the knights of Arcadia ride south to avenge Sigurd?" Asked Prince Lucas in a muted tone. His azure eyes shone with his deceit and ambition while watching his father's eyes like a hawk.
Lucas stood before his father in his private chambers. He wore a fancy white robe with the most expensive silk and weave. The wide cuffs slid along his fair wrists with a beautiful flutter from Lucas's dramatic movement.
"Lucas..." The king closed his eyes slowly, breathing deeply as he touched his chest. He seemed to feel a sense of tightness before continuing. "Your brother is no monster; Sigurd accepted the church's rules and proved his dedication for over a decade."
Lucas knew his father wasn't a fool and probably doubted the truth. Even he struggled to believe that those knights could kill his brother. Not to mention, the witches of sin were a myth to the church and most kingdoms.
