Lucian, Let's Talk

Back at Lucian's castle, the air was thick with tension. Aeliana stormed into the grand hall where Lucian was, her frustration evident. "You'll consider it?!?" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out in disbelief. Her fiery eyes searched his for answers, hurt and anger swirling together.

Lucian, who had barely had a moment to rest, pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture both of exhaustion and irritation. "Aeliana," he began, his tone steady but weary, "stop. Let's talk about this tomorrow. We're all tired, and nothing good comes from discussing something like this when emotions are high." He gestured toward the stairs leading to their chambers, signaling the end of the conversation.

But Aeliana wasn't ready to let it go. "No, Lucian! How can you even entertain the idea of taking another wife, let alone her?" Her voice wavered, betraying a mix of betrayal and vulnerability. "You said I was your one and only. Was that just for show?"