ARTEMIS’ POV
I’m sure as hell that he’s hellbent on making me look bad in front of my father, because there’s no possible way everything in the folder in front of him is part of his report.
“Lucian, why don’t you go first since you’re the only one here that seems to understand the importance of these meetings?”
There’s an obvious shade in the statement and a sting that comes from it, but I remain silent.
I've had years to grow accustomed to it, after all. Since I was twelve years old, Father introduced the blonde-haired, silver-eyed boy to take my place. Years of being treated as nothing more than a means to an end, not a son.
Just like that, everything I never received from my father was handed to Lucian without him even needing to ask for it. Things I never got, even when I begged
