MasukLucian's POV *You should have stayed with her.* Onyx hadn't stopped troubling me since I left Aria's house. His concern was understandable. I'd seen the fear in her eyes when she admitted she worried I might begin treating her differently now that Nyra had awakened. I'd asked whether she truly thought that of me. The question had hurt her, and although we'd spoken before I left, I regretted making her feel she had to defend herself. *She told you because she trusts you,* Onyx reminded me. I hoped he was right. Aria had spent two years having every decision made for her. I couldn't expect her to forget that simply because I loved her. As I entered the palace courtyard, servants were preparing for tomorrow's ceremony. Flowers lined the entrance, and attendants carried decorations toward the reception hall. Tomorrow evening, Aria would enter that hall beside me. She'd agreed to attend despite knowing Serena and Richard might be present. I wanted her to enjoy herself without feelin
Aria's POV I lowered the bread I'd been about to eat. Lucian sat across from me, his breakfast forgotten as he waited for my answer. Only moments ago, we'd been discussing tomorrow's royal ceremony. Now I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. “I wasn't sure how to tell you,” I admitted, brushing the crumbs from my fingers. “When Nyra first spoke, I thought I was imagining her voice.” Lucian leaned forward. “But you know she's awake now. Onyx sensed her before you said anything.” I nodded. Hearing Nyra again had been one of the happiest moments since I was released from Blackstone. I'd spent two years calling for her, sometimes until my throat hurt, desperate for any sign that she was still there. The first time she answered, I'd covered my mouth to keep from crying aloud. I'd been afraid that if I became too excited, I'd wake up and discover it had been another dream. *It wasn't a dream,* Nyra reminded me. *I know that now,* I answered, grateful to hear her familiar vo
Lucian's POV I woke to the sound of Aria struggling with the buttons at the back of her dress. She stood beside the bedroom window, twisting one arm behind her while her loose hair kept falling across her shoulder. Morning sunlight caught the pale blue fabric, and I watched her make another unsuccessful attempt before sitting up. “Come here before you tear something,” I said, reaching for my trousers. “Madame Celeste might forgive a damaged dress, but I doubt she'd appreciate having to repair it before you've worn it outside.” Aria turned, laughing as she pushed her hair aside. “I managed the first four buttons without assistance. It's the last two that seem determined to ruin my morning.” I dressed quickly and went to help her. The buttons were smaller than I'd expected, and she laughed again when I struggled with the second one. Once I'd finished, I kissed her shoulder, enjoying the warmth of her skin beneath my lips. She turned to face me, but her smile faded when she noticed
Lucian's POV By the time I reached Aria's house, the streets were nearly deserted. Father's demand that I marry Serena had followed me all the way from the palace. I'd argued with him until there was nothing left to say, yet I could still hear his refusal whenever the carriage fell quiet. I didn't want to spoil Aria's evening with news I hadn't worked out how to deliver. She opened the door in a loose nightdress, her hair falling over her shoulders. When she saw me, her surprise gave way to a smile that made the long journey feel worthwhile. “Lucian, I wasn't expecting you tonight. You could have sent word, and I would have waited up.” “I know. I left the palace later than I planned, but I wanted to see you before the night was over.” She stepped aside to let me in, then took my coat. “Have you eaten? There's supper left, and it won't take long to warm.” “I ate before leaving. Tell me about your day instead. Did Madame Celeste finish the gown you were worried about?” “Al
Lucian's POV“Father, I intend to marry Aria, and I want you to hear it from me before anyone else.”King Alaric lowered the document he'd been reading and removed his glasses. I'd requested a private audience so I could speak to him without Sebastian or the council interfering. After our last disagreement, I knew he wouldn't welcome the news, but I hadn't expected him to look quite so disappointed.“Have you asked her?” he asked, setting his glasses beside the papers.“Not yet. Aria has been through enough without me making decisions for her. I propose, I want her to have the freedom to accept or refuse.”“And you've already decided she's the woman you want to marry?”“Yes, Father. I love her, and I've never been more certain about anything concerning my future.”He motioned for me to sit, although he remained standing behind his desk. “I wish you'd spoken to me about this before allowing your relationship to become so public. You're aware of the objections that have already been rai
Aria's POV“Pack your things, Aria. You're coming home with us.”I looked up from the blue gown I was sewing and found my father standing at the entrance of Madame Celeste's workshop. Serena stood beside him, examining the dresses on display with obvious distaste.I hadn't expected to see either of them, especially after Serena's frightened departure from my house a few days earlier.“What are you doing here?” I asked, putting down my needle.Richard Blackthorne approached my table. “I've come to put an end to this nonsense with Prince Lucian. Your mother and I have decided you should return home.”“You disowned me, Father. Remember?”“That doesn't mean I've stopped being your father.”“It didn't seem to matter when I was in prison.”His mouth tightened. “I'm not here to discuss the past. People are talking about your involvement with the Crown Prince, and I won't have our family dragged through another scandal.”Serena picked up a piece of lace from my table. “Imagine the embarrassme







