"You know," Arthur said suddenly, his voice quieter but laced with a strange intensity. "Our stories… they're not so different. Do you realize that?"
Lucian tilted his head slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "How so?" he asked, his voice calm but his gaze sharp, wary of Arthur's sudden change in tone.
Arthur's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Well, my family was... what's the word? Ah, yes. Erased. Assassinated in their entirety when I was still a kid. Doesn't get much darker than that, does it?" He chuckled, but the sound was hollow. "And here I was, left with nothing but a name—the last surviving heir to a house that used to command respect and power."
Lucian remained silent, his jaw tightening as Arthur continued.