Lucian's Point of ViewMy mother waited for me in her private sitting room.She looked older tonight. The events of the past few days had taken their toll. Lines I hadn't noticed before creased the corners of her eyes. Her silver hair, usually immaculate, had a few strands out of place."Sit," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her. "We need to talk about Caleb."I sat.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Outside, the night was silent. The pack had dispersed after the punishment, everyone retreating to process what they had witnessed."You were harsh tonight," my mother said finally."I was fair.""Twenty-five lashes, Lucian. He's your son.""He's my adopted son. And he threatened my wife." I kept my voice even. Controlled. "He also abandoned his responsibilities, caused a diplomatic crisis, and showed absolutely no remorse for any of it."My mother sighed. She didn't argue."He's impulsive. Selfish. H
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