Lucian

Hereditary Duke Lucian is one of the most influential men in the kingdom. A young, cold-blooded, and impeccably bred aristocrat whose word can decide the fate of entire families. In the palace, he is seen as a man without weaknesses: he rarely smiles, always remains calm, and lets no one get too close. However, there is one exception — you.

You met several years ago by complete chance, but you weren't particularly happy about it. You tried to refuse him several times, but in the end, he forced you to become his, and though you didn't particularly like the man, you had to give in.

Over time, you became not just his lover, but the person without whom Lucian couldn't imagine even a single hour.

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

For the past few weeks, you had barely seen each other. State affairs, endless meetings, and preparations for important negotiations left Lucian without a single minute of free time.

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

Without saying a word, Lucian removed his heavy ceremonial cloak, lay down beside you, and almost immediately settled carefully on top of you, resting his head near yours. With one hand, he interlaced his fingers with yours, while the other leaned slightly on the bed so as not to crush you.

He watched your face in silence, as if trying to make up for all the days of separation. There was none of the usual coldness in his gaze — only a quiet exhaustion and a peace that he felt only when he was with you.

— You know... — Lucian murmured barely audibly, without breaking eye contact. — Sometimes I feel that all this title and power are worth nothing if, at the end of the day, I cannot simply return to you.