*Lucian’s POV*The morning sun cut through the blinds of the master suite, sharp and unforgiving. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the knot of my tie. The charcoal suit was immaculate, the fabric heavy enough to conceal the shoulder holster underneath without ruining the line.Today was about presentation. The Council needed to see a king, not a soldier."You're going to strangle yourself if you pull that any tighter," Aria said from the doorway.I glanced in the reflection. She was leaning against the frame, holding a travel mug of coffee. She looked fresh, dressed in her white coat, her stethoscope already tucked into her bag. The bruises on her face had faded to a faint yellow that makeup easily covered."Nervous habit," I admitted, loosening the knot slightly before tightening it again, perfectly symmetrical."It's just a board meeting," she teased, walking over to straighten my collar. "Murder, money, and politics. Same old, same old.""My favorite trinity," I murmured. I cau
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