Jules’s POVThe camp was alive with movement. The shouts of soldiers, the smell of horses. I sat on the ground, bound to a post with leather straps, my wrists sore. I was still shaken from what he'd done earlier. I could still feel the warmth of his fingers, the coldness in my chest from how he looked at me, it had made my heart race. At that moment, the captain approached, bearing a paper sealed in black wax. The king Lucian didn’t take it right away. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the captain’s face, sensing something important.“What’s this?” he asked, voice low but sharp.The captain handed him the paper, and I watched closely. Lucian broke the seal and carefully opened it, reading the contents inside. As he read, his eyes flickered over the page, moving faster now, and his jaw clenched.The tension in the air thickened, like the camp was holding its breath.“This is not good," the king murmured, crumpling the letter in his hand. "We’re not going back. Not yet."I tensed up, pani
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