Abducted

After Lennox arrived at the study that now belonged to him since his father's passing, he opened the heavy wooden door and stepped inside.

The room, with its royal decor, which was once a symbol of his father's commanding presence, now bore the weight of his own inexperience.

With a composed gesture, he invited Lady Arabella to join him. She entered quietly, her steps light against the polished floor.

Her blue hair was pulled into a nest ponytail, the simple style accentuating her calm demeanor. Her expression was light and composed, yet her piercing gaze lingered on Lennox.

The dark shadows beneath his eyes betrayed his exhaustion. Clearly, the burdens of ruling a kingdom at such a young age were etched into his features, an unspoken testament to the strain he carried.