Medrick stared at Lucien, his frown deepening. What in the world had gotten into his brother?
He was filled with confusion. Ever since they lost their parents at a young age, he, Lucien, and Darius had wandered the streets, surviving through sheer determination until they were eventually taken to a foster home.
Luck had eventually smiled on them when the royal family adopted them. And ever since, Medrick had always felt a sense of responsibility to protect Lucien and Darius, ensuring they never felt the despair they had experienced during their orphaned years.
Despite their harsh circumstances growing up, Medrick had always taken pride in protecting his brothers. He knew them well, or so he believed. Medrick prided himself on knowing his brothers better than anyone.
