CHAPTER 91
"The Crown Prince has arrived," a voice murmured. Lucian looked up, but he was no longer in the cellar.
He was in the past. At the head of the table sat his father, the King, looking exactly as he did centuries ago—hard-eyed and immovable.
Lucian sat at his right hand, the weight of the heir's signet ring heavy on his finger. Around the long table, the faces of his past were carved in candlelight: Caleb, looking deceptively loyal; Princess Selena, wearing a mask of victory; and her father, the visiting King.
He remembered this day. The day the world had tried to chain him into that unwanted alliance. "Prince Lucian," his father's voice boomed, vibrating through the stone floor. "You are late to your own celebration."
Lucian sat paralyzed. He watched the massive double doors swing open and saw himself—his younger, arrogant self—stride into the hall.
