The voice that had cut through the moment with such biting sarcasm belonged to none other than Lucius, our princess' notorious troublemaker at Thornwood Academy.
His eyes, although light, contrasted his very behavior and gleamed with mischief as he approached, a smirk plastered on his face. Flanked by his usual gang—Ivana, Jaime, and Jaun—he radiated a confident, almost arrogant air as if he owned the ground he walked on.
Technically, that's the case. But even still, he is just an heir either way!
"Well, well, if it isn't our little lovebirds," Lucius taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "And here I thought this was an academy, not a brothel."
