In Lucian's study hall, the sunlight broke through the thin curtains, lightening up the room. On the chairs facing each other separated by a desk with a pile of organized documents, Lilith and Lucian sat, exchanging silent eye contact.
After a long moment of silence, Lilith inhaled before starting.
"That woman earlier… She was your wife, am I right?"
"That's not quite polite. Call her grand duchess," Lucian's gaze sharpened, his voice low yet firm.
With a dry scoff, Lilith raised an eyebrow.
"Did you not hate her, her kingdom and everything related to it? Why the sudden change of tone with me, Lyon?"
"I thought I told you to not use that name, Lilith. Come to the point," Lucian leaned against his chair, his arms crossed, growing impatient as he waited.
