Lucian wanders around the courtyard with his mind racing a mile a minute. He had known from the moment he saw her that she would change his world. He just did not expect her to change it so much. He looks at his hands. These hands had caressed her mocha skin, these fingers unlaced her thick, ebony braid. These hands let her go to another man. The sound of water stops his deep thoughts and he looks into the stone likeness of the Queen in her fountain. The pink water gushes delicately into the pool and he runs his hands along the rippling tide.
The part of him that is human can feel the slight burn from touching this sacred spring. His dragon half, felt nothing but comfort. Closing his eyes, he allows his emotions to flow out of his body and into the water. His breaking heart seems to ease
