Lucien kissed Lithira softly, guilt weighing on him. Rising from the bed, he slipped into his shirt, carefully buttoning it, then pulled on his pants. His hard dick has lumped now, dulled by the heavy mood lingering in the room.
His bare feet met the cold floor, a chill that mirrored the icy stare from Lithira behind him. Her gaze sent a shiver down his spine as he finished lacing up his shoes.
As he approached the door, the sound of Gibson's frantic knocking grew clearer, making Lucien's heart race.
Urgent news—either from the Holy Knight expedition to the Aquarist Forest or from Cassius and Rosetta—was waiting. Either way, it was important.
Lucien opened the door to see Gibson pleading with Brigantiea, who regarded him with disdain as if he were something beneath her notice. The moment Gibson caught sight of Lucien, his eyes lit up with relief.
"Lord Lucien! There's news from both your father and the Sanctus Iudex!"
