"He's too much like her," Lucian murmured. "Like his mother."
Luther inclined his head slightly. "That's not entirely a bad thing now, your Majesty, or is it? We both know Queen Althea was strong. Determined." A pause.
"But she let her emotions dictate too much." Lucian's expression darkened. "And now he does the same."
Luther sighed, stepping forward. "Let him stew over it. "Let him grasp the gravity of what is at stake."
Lucian didn't respond immediately.
Then, finally, he nodded. "He'll realize, in time."
Luther smiled faintly. "They always do."
With that, the royal advisor gave a polite bow and turned toward the door. "I'll take my leave for now, Your Majesty."
Lucian waved a dismissive hand. "Go."
Luther strode out of the chamber, the sound of his polished boots echoing against the stone floors.
The moment Luther stepped into his personal chambers, he locked the door behind him.
