Lucavion shook his head, exhaling softly.
"There's no need to dwell on the past anymore," he said, voice even.
Thaddeus' golden eyes snapped to him immediately, a glare sharpening his already severe expression.
"No need?" His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of a storm on the horizon. "That's easy for you to say." His jaw tightened, his grip against his chair firm. "It wasn't your loved one who lost their life."
Lucavion didn't flinch. He didn't shy away from the anger radiating off the Duke like a furnace barely restrained.
Instead—
He nodded.
"That's correct."
His words were calm. Simple.
And that—
That only made the weight in the room heavier.
The Duke was feeling too much at once.
Too many emotions, all crashing together, all clawing at him.
Because if this was true—
