The moment Elara pushed open the chamber door, she froze. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief. What... ? Right in front of her chamber, seated on an ornate regal chair, was Lucien. He was asleep. His head rested against the high back of the chair, his arms folded loosely across his chest, and despite his composed expression, the awkward angle of his body made it painfully obvious that he hadn't slept comfortably. A sharp ache settled in Elara's heart. But along with the concern came a wave of irritation. She had specifically told him to rest. Out of everyone in the palace, Lucien needed sleep the most after everything he had endured. Yet instead of listening, he had chosen to spend the night outside her chamber like a stubborn guardian. This impossible man... Careful not to wake him, Elara walked toward him with feather-light steps. Every movement was slow and deliberate, afraid that even the faintest sound would disturb his precious sleep. As she reached him, her gaze shif
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