"So you had political ambitions, too." Sahara observed Daemon with a piercing gaze, her monocle reflecting the faint light of their surroundings.
"Tsk, what do you know about it?" Daemon neither confirmed nor denied, but his silence was an answer in itself. Recruiting Lucas wasn't just about future power—it was a piece on the chessboard, an asset he intended to shape before Eden could corrupt him. He would act first.
"What's the plan?" Sahara asked, arms crossed.
"I'll give you a chance… to properly influence his mind."
They walked in silence to the farthest room in the infirmary, their footsteps echoing in the deserted hallway. Outside Lucas's door, Daemon stopped.
*Knock – Knock*
"Obviously, there won't be an answer." Sahara snickered.
Daemon opened the door anyway, without waiting for an invitation.
"Daemon Leen Indivar, greeting Prince Lucas."
