Rain hammered against the palace windows like it had something personal against the world.Outside, the kingdom blurred into grey streaks of water and mist. Inside the royal quarters, everything felt unnaturally still—like the storm had pushed all the noise of politics, war, and destiny far away and locked it outside for a while.For once, no messengers. No council summons. No blood-written reports on rebellion or borders.Adrian lay curled sideways on the wide couch, one leg tucked under him, a book resting half-forgotten in his hands. His hair was slightly messy, falling over his forehead in soft strands that he kept brushing away absentmindedly.Cassian sat behind him, leaning into the armrest, one arm draped around Adrian’s waist like it had always belonged there. His fingers moved slowly through Adrian’s hair—mechanical at first, then softer, like he’d forgotten he was even doing it.The bond between them hummed low and steady.“We should be working,” Adrian muttered, but there w
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