Luciana's thoughts were too turbulent by now to even realize how gentle he was staring down at her in his arms.
"It's okay; you don't have to tell me," he cooed, his voice gentle and warm. Seeing her like this tugged at his heartstrings. Especially since guilt washed over him as his thoughts went to the day he massacred her family.
He thought Luciana might have dreamt of her late parents' death.
That was the only stumbling block between them, her parents causing his mother's situation and him taking their lives. But he was going to make sure that soon there would be no stumbling block between them.
He raised his large, calloused hands, roughened due to years of wielding the sword and countless bloodshed, and gently rubbed her cheeks.
Luciana felt her heart calming down and regaining control of her emotions under his gentle touch. Seeing how she leaned on him like a defenseless bunny, his movements became even more deliberate and gentle.