Lucian regretted becoming a royal tutor almost immediately that morning.
"Read the passage again," he said tiredly, leaning against the desk at the front of the study room.
Alistair stared down at the open book like it had personally insulted him.
"This is boring."
Lucian didn't even look up from the papers in his hand.
"And yet somehow still more interesting than your personality."
Across the room, Alaric quietly lowered his teacup to hide what looked dangerously close to amusement.
Alistair looked offended immediately.
"My personality is excellent."
"That confidence explains so much."
Sebastian, unfortunately present for today's lesson because palace security apparently enjoyed ruining Lucian's peace, stood near the window with the expression of a man questioning every life decision that brought him here.
Lucian sympathized deeply.
He turned another page.
"Fine. Since His Highness finds literature offensive, let's move to politics."
