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CHAPTER 51: Confidante & Consequence

Author: Luna Darkling
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-01 23:00:37

Lucien’s men patrolled in double shifts. The staff who usually floated through halls with practiced elegance now hurried, eyes lowered, carrying trays as though each cup of tea weighed a fortune. Even the chandeliers seemed sharper, crystal edges catching light like blades.

Lucien himself was taut as a bowstring. At breakfast, he had scarcely touched his glass of water, gaze distant as though tracking invisible chess pieces. Yet whenever his eyes met hers, there was something else—something that coiled tight in his shoulders. Protective. Watchful. And maybe… worried.

Zaria could not sit idle. The discovery of her father’s name etched into the East Wing ledger still burned in her chest like an ember refusing to die. It was proof—small, dry, written in ink and margin notes—but proof nonetheless that he had not been the monster they painted him to be. He had acted, not for greed, but for her.

And someone had punished him for it.

⸻

Later, alone in her chamber, she unwrapped the
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