Celestia tapped her finger rhythmically against the table, her gaze fixed on Lucian, who sat silently across from her. The tension in the air was palpable, and her patience, though vast, was beginning to wear thin.
"So," she began, her voice deceptively calm, though the undertone of menace was unmistakable. "Are you going to give me a date for our marriage, or should I take matters into my own hands?"
Lucian stiffened in his seat. He avoided her eyes, glancing anywhere but directly at her piercing gaze. "Hey, I really can't do this right now. Please, try to understand," he said, his tone weary and filled with a quiet sadness.
