Chapter 94 — Journey to Eldoria
A month had passed since Lucian agreed to attend King Alistair’s wedding.
Despite living under the same roof, he and Cynthia rarely crossed paths. Absorbed in their own duties, they neither sought nor expected opportunities to meet alone. Yet, they attended a few banquets together, facing nobles who demanded explanations about the demon’s attack at the market—a brutal incident that left several people dead and others grievously injured, some losing limbs and forced to live handicapped.
Restoring order in Erion had been no small struggle, but at last, the scars on the city were slowly beginning to heal along with the reparation of the market.
"Your Highness, are you ready?" Philip knocked at Lucian’s door.
The door opened and Lucian stood before the elderly man. He was dressed in a thick dark blue long coat, his hair combed at the top of his head with a few lock hung over his forehead.
"Yes."
"You look good, Your Highness," Philip complimented, smiling brightly.
Lucian narrowed his eyes, not expecting a compliment. After all, today was the day he would depart for Eldoria once again with Cynthia and he was preparing for the sarcastic remarks the nobles would make to downgrade him, just like he had experienced all his life. He was, after all, the illegitimate son of the king, even if he was a prince, he held no power or right over the throne.
"I apologize," the middle-aged man lowered his head, seeing the displeased complexion of his master.
"It’s alright. Is she ready as well?"
"The grand duchess has been waiting in the carriage for the past half hour," Philip replied.