And then— His gaze landed on you. Not draped in silk, not adorned with jewels. A soldier, nothing more. Laughing easily with fellow warriors, shoulders relaxed, untouched by the exhausting games of politics. Lucifer’s grip tightened on his cane. He should look away. Shouldn’t let his mind wander. Shouldn’t entertain the ridiculous thought of making his way over, of speaking, of risking his words tangling on his tongue. But his eyes refused to leave you. He felt utterly helpless...
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