Jean's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly turned away, mumbling something about needing to hang her new dress. But as she ascended the stairs, she couldn't shake the feeling of his intense gaze or the way it had sent a shiver down her spine.
'Does he need blood?' she thought.
Lucius, standing at the base of the stairs, watched her go, his fingers tightening slightly around the handle of his umbrella. His throat ached faintly, and he pressed his tongue against his teeth. She was utterly enchanting—and utterly dangerous to his restraint.
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Morning, Birthday.
Kings Chambers
Wyfkeep Castle.
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The morning sun had barely risen, casting a golden hue across the castle grounds, but the royal household was already alive with activity.