NO ONE'S POV
The next morning, the soft sunlight filtered through the long glass windows of the grand dining hall. Viella sat at the head of the breakfast table, casually sipping her warm tea, while Lily stood quietly right beside her, her hands resting behind her back in her usual perfect posture.
Soon after, dragging footsteps echoed across the marble floor. Lucian walked into the room, looking completely drained. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes, ruining his usually pristine appearance. He pulled out his chair and sat down with a exhausted groan.
Ahem. Viella let out a fake cough, setting her teacup down with a light clink. She leaned forward, looking at him with a mischievous tilt of her head. "Were you out hunting ghosts last night, big brother? You look like you got dragged through the underworld and back."
