The moment Anana entered Lucien’s chambers, her breath hitched at the sight.
The room was vast, its dark stone walls flickered with the lamp light. At the center stood Lucien, tall and commanding, his presence like a shadow cut from power itself.
At the sound of her arrival, he clapped his hands once. Six maids entered, three on each side, each carrying gowns so exquisite they seemed made from moonlight and jewels.
Anana’s lips parted in shock.
Lucien’s voice rumbled deep and smooth. “I find myself… indecisive. I wish to see you in a gown that will capture your beauty as it deserves. The festival is tomorrow, and none of these seemed worthy… not until you choose.”
Her heart warmed at the thought that he cared enough to struggle with such a decision. She stepped forward, letting her fi
