Prince Lucian
The past
“Your dress…” My voice faltered, almost a whisper as I led her carefully into my room. The fabric hung awkwardly, dirt smudged along the hem, a rip trailing near her thigh. “It’s messy, Celestria, my love.”
She gave a soft laugh, breathless, her lips catching between her teeth. “I had to… sneak out of the pack,” she said, her voice light but strained. Her gaze flitted to mine, green eyes wide and searching, but I couldn’t look away from her face. Even weary, she was breathtaking. The golden halo of her curls framed flushed cheeks, and despite the grime on her dress, she looked like she belonged anywhere but here, in my world.
My chest ached. “I could’ve come to you,” I murmured, my fingers twitching, aching to comfort her.
“No,” she cut me off sharply, the wor
