Once the door closed behind Dylan, Lucian sat back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh.
"I need to talk to Adrian about disciplining him a bit more harshly. He's too carefree."
Lucian's gaze fell on the objects before him, his curiosity still piqued.
He reached for the large dark-colored hilt, pulling the heavy sword closer. As he examined the blade, his eyes widened at the realization—it was real.
"Why would she hide real swords?" Lucian mumbled, struggling to find a reasonable explanation for such a ridiculous action.
"If she was worried about her safety, she shouldn't have been. I've placed guards near her bedroom ever since the attack on our first night. So… why?"
Dark thoughts clouded his mind, but he shook them off.
He needed to trust her. It had been three months since she arrived in Selvarys, and she hadn't behaved in any strange way—only in her usual villainous manner.
