King Aldric’s hands lingered as he placed you into Lucian’s arms, his grip tightening before he let go. His face was carved with worry, the weight of a ruler and a father colliding in his gaze. You barely stirred, breath shallow, fingers weakly clutching Lucian’s sleeve. He met the king’s eyes, steady despite the unspoken burden. "Don’t worry, sir," he said firmly. "I’ll protect her." The words felt heavier than they should—like a promise, like a burden
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