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His Plea

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Lila’s P.O.V.

The three dots appeared.

Disappeared.

Appeared again.

My heart followed the rhythm of it—hope, dread, hope again—like a fragile thing being pulled back and forth between two hands that could crush it at any moment.

I sat frozen on the bed, the phone gripped so tightly in my hand that my fingers had begun to ache. Every second stretched thin, elastic, threatening to snap under the weight of anticipation.

Then—

**Incoming call: Lucian**

Not a message.

A call.

My breath caught so sha
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  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   I Watched His Chest Rise And Fall

    Lila’s P.O.VI didn’t look at him.Not at first.Even after he asked. Even after he stood there, waiting, trying, searching my face for something I wasn’t ready to give just yet.I turned away.Deliberately.My attention shifted back to Diane and Nico as though nothing had interrupted us, as though his presence wasn’t pulling at me from the side like something unfinished demanding closure.“So,” I said, forcing a calm into my voice that didn’t quite settle, “you were saying something about the trip you took last month?”Diane blinked at me.Then at Lucian.Then back at me.“Seriously?” she mouthed silently.I ignored her.Nico, however, picked up on it faster.“Yeah,” he said slowly, glancing between us with mild amusement. “We went up north for a bit. Needed a break.”“That sounds nice,” I replied, nodding faintly, keeping my gaze fixed anywhere but on Lucian.He didn’t move.I could feel it.That stillness.That quiet weight of him just… standing there.Waiting.The air had changed

  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   My Same Old Guests

    Lila's P.O.VMorning came softer this time.Not heavy like the day before, not sharp with expectation or hollow with waiting—but quiet, steady, almost cautious in the way it settled over the room. I woke slowly, the remnants of yesterday still lingering in the corners of my mind like something unfinished.Lucian had returned.That part was real.Not imagined. Not delayed. Not broken.He had walked in, smiling, careless at first, then careful. Warm. Present.Here.And yet—The space between us hadn’t fully closed.I could feel it even now, lying in bed, staring at the pale wash of light filtering through the curtains. Something still hovered between us. Not anger exactly. Not anymore.But not forgiveness either.Something in between.Something waiting.I exhaled slowly, pushing myself upright.Today felt different.Not because anything had been resolved—but because I had decided, consciously or not, that I wouldn’t let everything consume me at once.Diane and Nico were here.For the fi

  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   Storming In

    Lila’s P.O.VI didn’t answer Diane.I couldn’t.The words sat in my throat, heavy and unmoving, as though speaking them would make something irreversible real.The room had gone quieter—not silent, but different. The kind of quiet that settles when something shifts beneath the surface and no one quite knows how to address it.My fork remained suspended in my hand.My gaze unfocused.And then—The door opened.Not softly.Not cautiously.But with presence.“C’mon—”His voice.My heart stopped.Lucian stepped in like nothing had been wrong, like nothing had broken, like nothing had been left hanging in uncertainty for an entire day.He was smiling.Actually smiling.Like he had just walked into a moment he expected to be warm, welcoming, unchanged.“—see who we have here.”My breath caught.Time didn’t slow.It froze.Because suddenly, everything made sense.The waiting.The silence.The absence.And then—Him.Standing there.Alive. Present. Late.So late.“You didn’t say you’d bring y

  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   What Took You So Long?

    Lila’s P.O.VMorning came, but it did not carry the same light.The sun rose as it always did—spilling gold across the walls, brushing warmth into the quiet corners of my room—but something about it felt dull, muted, as though the brightness had been filtered through a layer of uncertainty I could not shake.I opened my eyes slowly, staring up at the ceiling.For a moment, I didn’t move.Today.The word echoed in my mind, heavy with expectation.Lucian had said he would return today.Not soon.Not later.Today.My chest tightened—not with excitement, not exactly—but with something sharper. Something cautious. Something that had learned, through repetition and disappointment, not to trust too easily in promises spoken with conviction.Still…I sat up slowly, drawing in a quiet breath.“Today,” I murmured under my breath, as though saying it aloud might anchor it into reality.But reality had never been that obedient.---There were no court duties.No council meetings.No formal obliga

  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   The Picture From The Hill

    Lila’s P.O.V.The moment I stepped out of the chambers, the weight of it all came rushing back.The applause.The authority.The sharp exchange with Ma Felicia.All of it still echoed faintly in my ears, but it no longer felt empowering.It felt… hollow.Like something I had worn for the sake of survival and shed the second I was out of sight.The corridors stretched before me, long and quiet, lined with polished floors that reflected my steps in muted glimmers. My gown brushed softly against the marble, the delicate butterfly patterns catching the light in fleeting flashes of gold.Just hours ago, I had stood tall.Unshaken.Certain.Now, something felt off.Not wrong in a loud, obvious way.But in that quiet, unsettling way that creeps into your chest and refuses to name itself.I slowed my pace slightly.My gaze moved along the corridor, lingering on corners, on shadows, on the stillness that seemed just a little too deliberate.A thought pressed into my mind.The cloak.The presen

  • Betrothed To Six Lovers   Another Day In Royal Chambers

    Lila’s P.O.VMorning came too quickly.It always did after nights like that—when sleep wasn’t rest but a fragile truce between exhaustion and a mind that refused to quiet. I must have drifted off at some point, though I didn’t remember when. The last thing I recalled was staring at the ceiling, whispering *tomorrow* to myself like a promise I was afraid would break if I spoke it too loudly.A soft knock stirred me.“My queen?”I opened my eyes slowly, the golden wash of morning light spilling through the tall windows and stretching across the room in long, delicate beams. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, catching the sunlight like tiny fragments of something magical.For a moment, I just lay there, letting the quiet settle.Lucian.The thought came immediately.Today.He said he would return today.My chest tightened—not painfully this time, but with something softer. Anticipation. Hope. Caution.“Enter,” I called gently.The door opened, and my maids filed in with practiced grac

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