Todos los capítulos de The Captive Prince's Barbarian Luna : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Elara's POVBefore Thane could respond, Lucian's hand closed around his wrist, pulling his grip free from mine with controlled, forceful precision. He stepped between us immediately, placing himself squarely in front of me, his shoulders squared toward Thane now."Careful," Thane said, something darker slipping into his tone despite the smile still fixed on his face. "You forget your place, Southern prince. You are a prisoner here. I am a warlord who answers directly to the King.""And yet here you stand," Lucian said evenly, "with your hand on a woman who clearly asked you to let go. That has nothing to do with rank, warlord. That has to do with decency, which you seem to be sorely lacking."Thane's eyes narrowed slightly. "You would do well to remember exactly how little power you hold in this camp.""And you would do well to remember," Lucian said, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous now, "that I have already proven myself useful enough to this King that he listens to my couns

Elara's POVThe camp outside buzzed with activity, warriors gathering supplies, checking weapons, tightening straps on wagons loaded with grain and medical stores. I made my way toward the group of women gathered near the edge of camp, Sable and Brenna already among them, bundling cloaks and packs for the march ahead."There you are," Fenwick called out as I approached, his voice carrying over the noise. "Nice of you to join us, Elara."I rolled my eyes, setting down my own pack beside the others. "I have other responsibilities, Fenwick.""Yes," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Satisfying the Southern prince, from what I hear."A ripple of laughter passed through the women nearby, and heat rushed immediately to my cheeks."At least someone around here is satisfied with something," I shot back, unable to resist, and the laughter grew louder, even Fenwick chuckling despite himself."Fair enough," he said, shaking his head, still grinning as he turned back toward his own t

Lucian's POV"It was not meant to be reassuring," Kane said. "Only honest. I have dealt with that particular discomfort for years now. You are simply the newest member of a very old group.""What exactly is it about him," I asked, "that earns such long standing suspicion? You speak like a man who has had years to build the case.""Years," Kane confirmed. "We came up through the ranks together, Thane and I. Same training grounds, same battles, more than once standing shoulder to shoulder against the same enemy. And through all of it, something about him never sat right with me.""Specifics," I pressed. "What does that mean, exactly.""He smiles too easily after losses," Kane said slowly, as though turning the thought over carefully before speaking it aloud. "Most warriors grieve fallen men. Thane calculates what their deaths mean for his own standing instead.""That is a dangerous man to have commanding part of this force," I said."It is," Kane agreed. "Which is exactly why I watch hi

Elara's POVSomething warm bloomed in my chest at the sight of him, and I found myself moving before I had fully decided to, stepping away from Sable toward the edge of camp where he stood."Perhaps you should wait," Sable called after me, amusement still thick in her voice. "Let him settle in first. He has only just returned.""I only want to see that he is well," I said over my shoulder, not slowing."Mm hmm," Sable said, drawing the sound out knowingly. "Only to see that he is well. Nothing more.""Nothing more," I said firmly, though my pace quickened despite myself."You missed him," Sable called, something gently teasing in her tone now, loud enough that I heard it clearly even as I continued walking.I did not answer, though the small, foolish flutter in my chest told me she was not entirely wrong. It had only been a day apart, a single day of separate paths through the column, and still something in me had ached at the distance, had wanted nothing more than to close the space

Elara's POVI woke to the sound of movement outside, boots crunching against frost, low voices exchanging morning greetings somewhere near the fires. Dawn light filtered weakly through the tent walls, pale and gray.But it was not the noise of the waking camp that pulled me fully awake. It was the empty space beside me, the fur on the other side of the bedroll still smooth and undisturbed, exactly as I had left it the night before.Lucian had not returned.I lay there a moment, staring up at the canvas ceiling, something heavy settling in my chest. I understood, in some distant, reasonable part of my mind, that he needed time. That the news I had given him last night was not small, that it had landed somewhere deep and raw in him that I did not fully understand.But understanding did not make the confusion any easier to bear.This had always been the purpose. From the very beginning, from the moment Kane first told me what the King wanted, this child was the entire point of everything