LOGINLucian’s POVThe hallway felt almost too quiet as I stepped out. The guards straightened up right away, but I barely noticed them. My mind was still back in that little room with her, thinking about how her voice trembled when she said she didn’t want to bother anyone.She never realized the way she changed a place just by being there. People slowed down around her. They thought differently. She made them feel things they couldn’t quite put into words. And now she’d done it to me, again.I took a few steps and stopped. Something she’d said stuck with me—she’d try to get up too soon, insist she was fine. Aria always took on more than she needed to, even when it wasn’t her problem. I’d seen it a hundred times, in training, at the academy, in all the little moments no one else saw. She picked up burdens that weren’t hers, and she did it so quietly, like if she didn’t, everything would fall apart.Before I could move, someone called out.“Lucian,” Ronan said, catching up to me. “There you
Lucian’s POVAria's soft voice floated through the air, her words carrying a gentle firmness. "But I am already mostly recuperated. The doctor mentioned earlier that my wounds are closed and almost healed. I can recuperate further in my own room at the academy. There is no need…" Her words trailed off, and I could sense the quiet determination behind them.As I stood by the foot of the bed, I watched her closely. She sat upright, her slender frame still a bit fragile, but her eyes shone with a calm, polite resistance. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows highlighted the soft white blanket wrapped around her legs, making her appear even smaller than usual.I crossed my arms, my gaze locked on hers. "Why are you saying that?" I asked, my tone neutral.Aria's fingers curled around the blanket, her gaze dropping for a moment before she met my eyes again. "Because I am fine," she whispered. "Lira said I will be back to normal by tomorrow. I can rest at the academy. I do not want
Lucian’s POVI paced around my office as I waited for Callen to arrive. My mind had been working since dawn, replaying everything the seer said yesterday. I tried to push her words aside, but they kept crawling back. I did not want to sit still. I needed movement. I needed something simple and clear to focus on. The forest attack at least offered that.A knock came. “Enter.”Callen stepped inside with a small bow and I noticed the way he held something in his hand. A piece of cloth. The same one he sent a note about this morning.“Your Majesty,” he said. He placed the folded cloth on my desk and waited for me to pick it up.I reached for it and straightened it with my fingers. It was torn at the edges and rough. Something about it looked familiar, but not enough to be useful. I turned it over, studying the fabric. Nothing about it stood out.“You found this where?” I asked.The path the rogues attacked,” Callen said. “One of the guards picked it up during patrol. It looked fresh, so I
Lucian’s POVI sat in my office chair observing the seer, noticing the way she was hesitant. The longer she stayed quiet, the more I saw the thoughts flickering in her eyes. She kept her hands folded in her lap, but her fingers twitched now and then, betraying her unease. I gave her some minutes to settle her thoughts before she spoke again.“If I may ask, your majesty, why do you think I know anything about her?” she asked.I scoffed silently. Her voice sounded too careful. “You want to know? Fine, what was the meaning behind your reaction earlier? When I mentioned her name?” I asked.She tried masking her face, but it failed badly. Her eyes dropped for a moment like she regretted letting that slip.“You haven’t been to the academy for long, I know that, but from what I can gather, your last visit was at the trials. The seer test precisely. Now, tell me, what have you gathered about her?” I asked.She looked surprised that I could figure this out at once. The shock in her expression
Aria’s POVI woke up to the sound of noise coming from the other room. I had drifted off to sleep after Lucian left, and I had no idea how long I had been asleep. My body still felt heavy from everything that happened, but the noise pulled me back to reality little by little. I blinked a few times before pushing myself up on my elbows.Lira walked into the room with a tray of hot chocolate and pancakes. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes."Morning," Lira said, setting the tray down on the bedside table."Morning," I replied, my voice groggy.Lira helped me sit up and propped pillows behind me. She placed the tray in front of me and handed me the mug of hot chocolate. She watched my hands closely as I took it, ready to steady it if I slipped."Slow," she said. I smiled a little and took the mug from her. "Thanks."The steam rose from it softly and touched my face. The smell alone made something inside me loosen. As I looked at Lira, I noticed she was watching me closely. She placed her
Lucian's POV I walked down the long hall, trying to clear my mind. The sound of Aria's labored breathing still lingered in my ears, and the image of her fear-stricken eyes haunted me. I could still feel her grip on my shirt, her tiny hands clutching me as if I was her only lifeline. The stain on my shirt, a reminder of her tears, tugged at my heart.I pushed aside my thoughts and made my way to the balcony in the hallway. The cool night air was a welcome respite from the turmoil brewing inside me. I felt a presence beside me and didn't need to turn to know it was Ronan. The silence between us was comforting, a testament to our years of friendship."How is she?" Ronan asked, his voice low and gentle."She will get better," I replied, my voice firm. "She will stay here until I'm satisfied she's fine."Ronan raised an eyebrow. "Have you told her she would stay here?"I didn't respond, and Ronan's eyes narrowed. "You didn't, did you?" he asked again.I smirked, a small smile playing on m







