Lady Mary could not hide her guilt. Silently, she just stared at Lucas with a look full of regret. But Lucas was unmoved. There were too many painful memories that made him hard, that made him someone who was hard to move by emotions, especially emotions that came from his own family.
The memories came flooding back, one by one. The times he was exiled, imprisoned by his stepmother, Queen Evelyn. Every second he spent under the power of that woman opened a wound in his heart, there was something bigger, something that always ambushed his mind when he tried to escape the past. The image of Leo sacrificing himself, the glowing sunflowers, brought to life the reality of memories blurred between truth and lies.
Lucas took a sip of his last tea, trying to calm his mind. He finished the drink to the last drop, then quietly set the cup down on the table.
"Thank you, Auntie," Lucas said as he stood up. "Nice to meet you for the first time."