I was deeply engrossed in the King’s vellum when the study door burst open with a force that rattled every scroll and book on the shelves. Lucian didn’t bother with niceties like knocking. He stepped in like a storm, sword sheathed at his hip, his face twisted in a grimace that suggested he had been gnawing on glass. The moment he entered, every muscle in my body tensed before my mind caught up to the situation.“Leave us,” he commanded Cassian, his tone an iron fist.“Your Highness, she’s in the middle of the translation...” Cassian started, eyes darting between us, but Lucian’s glare brooked no argument.“Leave,” he repeated, and Cassian, his eyes impossibly unreadable, bowed and exited. The door clicked shut, and suddenly the room felt claustrophobic, as if the air was thickening around us.“Cassian says you lied to him,” Lucian said, the accusation sharp and dangerous.My heartbeat quickened, but I forced my expression to stay neutral. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“B
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