The serene forest path that wound its way to the clock tower was a stark contrast to the bustling city streets they had been walking on moments earlier. The unlit, secluded trail, where only the melodious chirping of birds broke the silence, lay shrouded in an inky darkness. Lucas hummed a tune to himself as he ambled along, the silvery moonlight guiding his steps.
“Lucas, what will you do if we get into some terrible accident?” Anna asked with genuine curiosity. From a tender age, Damien had instilled in the twins an awareness of the political intrigue and adversarial forces that often beset those of royal blood. Preparing for the prospect of an assassination attempt had been an essential part of Declan and Anna’s upbringing.
“If someone were to leap out at us here, we’d have no chance to escape,” Lucas said matter-of-factly. He looked pensive for a moment before he extended his slender arm toward Anna. “We will fight to the death. Can’t you two fight?”
