The evening sun bathed the palace in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the floor of the twins' private chamber.
Lucian and Julian sat across from one another on the plush velvet cushions that adorned their room, the soft murmurs of the palace fading into the background.
The scent of jasmine lingered in the air, a gentle reminder of the gardens outside, but their thoughts were far from the serenity of the flowers.
Julian leaned back, his eyes fixed on the intricate pattern of the ceiling, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You know, Lucian, he's unlike anyone we've had before," he said, his tone casual, but there was a hint of something deeper beneath it, something more intense.
Lucian nodded, though his expression was more serious, his brows furrowed in thought. "I know," he replied quietly. "But that's precisely why we need to be careful."
