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Chapter Eighty-Eight: Ash and Warmth

Author: Jhumie_writes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-13 19:58:55
The weight of her was almost nothing.

Lucien held Emilia against his chest, her body limp from exhaustion, her breath shallow and slowing. Her silk robe clung to her in streaks of crimson and soot, the blood of others dried into the fabric like a second skin. She hadn’t washed. She hadn’t asked for maids. She hadn’t spoken since the doors closed behind them.

The battlefield still echoed in his head, gunfire, shouting, the sound of glass breaking and bones cracking. But the only thing real now was her. Her warmth. Her silence. The way her cheek rested over his heart, hair wild and matted against his skin.

She was slipping.

Not away. Just into sleep. The kind of sleep that comes after survival, not safety.

Lucien looked down at her, at the blood caked along her thighs, her bare feet streaked with ash, the bruises blooming across her arms where she’d thrown herself into the chaos. She was filthy. Glorious. Silent.

But not yet.

He pressed his lips to her temple. “You’re not sleeping like t
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Lucien and Emilia are no longer just surviving, they’re choosing each other. In this moment of quiet, in the aftermath of blood and chaos, they are finally allowed to be vulnerable. Emilia’s confession wasn’t weakness, it was strength. And Lucien? He may be made of war, but with her, he softens. Thank you for reading this tender chapter between two people who have fought through fire and now, just for a breath, choose peace. Let me know if you’d like the next chapter to be darker, steamier, or more emotionally explosive, I’ve got you.

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