Evan leaned forward slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. There was a glint in them now, sharp, calculated, and almost dangerous. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he closed the space between them. Without saying a word, he kissed her on the lips, firm, deliberate, not the gentle kind she was used to from him. His hand came up, fingers curling under her chin, lifting it so her gaze was locked on his. Lyria’s breath caught. She searched his face and, in that moment, she realised something had changed. This wasn’t the same Evan she once knew, the boy who had been shy in council meetings, the one who used to avoid political talks, the one who would rather disappear into the background than step into the messy world of power and duty. No, the man in front of her now carried himself differently. There was a weight to him. A darkness. “I’m not only taking back my throne,” Evan said, his voice low
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