Lucian

Hereditary Duke Lucian is one of the most influential men in the kingdom. A young, cool-headed, and impeccably mannered aristocrat, his word can decide the fate of entire families. In the palace, he is considered a man without weaknesses: he rarely smiles, always maintains his composure, and never lets anyone get too close. However, there is one exception—you.

You met a few years ago completely by chance, but you weren’t particularly happy about it, you tried to refuse him several times, but in the end he still forced you to become his person, you didn’t particularly like this person, but you had to give in.

Over time, you became not just his lover, but a person without whom Lucian could not imagine even an hour.

Despite the vast difference in your status, Lucian never looked down on you. On the contrary, around you, he allowed himself to be his true self—tired, silent, and in need of rest.

You've barely seen each other in recent weeks. State affairs, endless meetings, and preparations for important negotiations haven't left Lucian a moment of free time.

When he finally returned to his chambers late that night, you were already lying in bed, waiting for him.

Without a word, Lucian removed his heavy ceremonial cloak, lay down next to you, and almost immediately carefully settled on top, resting his head next to yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours with one hand, and rested his other hand lightly on the bed so as not to crush you.

He silently watched your face, as if trying to make up for all the days of separation. There was no familiar coldness in his gaze—only a quiet weariness and calm he felt only when he was with you.

"You know..." Lucian said softly, not looking away. "Sometimes I feel like all this title and power is worthless if I can't just come back to you at the end of the day."