“I can’t tell him,” I said.“Adrien-”“Not yet.” I told him, "I am not ready for it. Furthermore, he is still not over about Noah's death,” I whispered. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see his face when he found out what happened to him exactly and who did it. I thought I was saving him. But in the e
Adrien’s POV:Kieran hadn’t eaten since morning.He sat slumped over his desk in the corner of the study, papers scattered everywhere, sleeves rolled up, hair a mess, and brows furrowed like he was solving a war. I stood by the door, watching him.Every few minutes, he would mutter something under h
God.He didn’t even blink when he said it. Just stared at me like I was worth everything and I looked away. My throat burned.Sometimes, his words hit harder than anything the council could ever throw at me. Because Adrien didn’t sugarcoat things. He didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear. He told me
Kieran's POV: By the time I returned to the palace, my whole body was buzzing.I opened the door and found Adrien exactly where I left him bare chest, black pants, sipping tea like a goddamn dream.He looked up at me. “That bad?”“Worse,” I muttered.He watched me strip off my jacket and loosen my
Joseph blinked.Once. Twice.Then, very slowly, he adjusted his glasses like they personally offended him and said, “Thank you, Your Highness, for painting that image into my brain before breakfast. That’s going to haunt me all day.”I smirked. “You asked how I was. Don’t blame me for being honest.”
Kieran's POV: I reached out, letting my fingers brush against his warm chest in a slow and soft motion, “Adrien…” I whispered.He pulled his arm away and looked at me.“I have to go.” I whispered.For a second, he did not say anything and to be honest, I expected him to tell me to not go. However,