As Lucien prayed from the bottom of her heart, her prayer was answered. Even after 2 days were gone, there was no call so far. She could relax and continue her day like that day had never happened however, it wasn't too long to dream of every perfect day.
Here, she was now in her chamber, tea already prepared but she wasn't alone. Sebastian had suddenly decided to pay a visit one evening. It was alright until he asked a question.
"There is a rumor going on about a particular strain of hair." He starts with a simple topic which Lucien didn't really bother, however. "A strain of hair found in the emperor's chamber."
'Ack!'
"I am not aware of that rumor." She tried to be calm that it was nothing related to her. Neither of her maids was available.
"Is that so?" He shuffled in his pocket and took out a handkerchief. He placed it on the table and carefully unwrapped it. "Then would you mind answering why your hair was found in His Majesty's chamber?"
