EVELARA
The palace door closed behind us with a soft thud, but I was still floating—no, drowning—in what had just happened.
It hadn’t been a luncheon. It had been an ambush of whispers and eyes and silent gasps, a battlefield where the Supreme had openly and recklessly, shielded me.
And the worst part?
I could still feel the imprint of Lucien’s hand wrapped around mine. It was firm, possessive, and unshakeable, as if he were making a promise in front of the entire court. It seemed he didn't care who saw, and perhaps even wanted them to.
My pulse hadn’t slowed once since the moment he stood for me in front of everyone.
And now, in the silence of the corridor, and no one daring to follow… the reality hit me harder. He hadn’t let go of my hand—not once, not even now. He ha
