Moonlight bathed Solvane’s marble halls as Lucien stood on the balcony, his cloak stirring in the cool breeze. The kingdom slept below, unaware of the burdens he carried. Footsteps echoed softly behind him.
“Still awake, Your Highness?” a voice teased lightly.
Without turning, Lucien let a small, knowing smile curve his lips. “The night speaks more truth than the court ever dares,” he said, voice smooth, princely. “You simply have to listen.”
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