The door of Lucien's bedroom pushed open, having him sneeringly pad in. Lucien sighed tiredly, pushing the door shut.
He dragged his lazy gaze to Athalia's body lying peacefully on the bed. The blanket was over her shoulder, covering part of he face.
How long was he with his father that she was already fast asleep? He asked himself, watching the sheet move softly as she breathed.
He blinked boredly at her, before stepping forward to halt by her side of the bed. He continued to look down at her—he crooked a brow.
"Do you really think pretending to be asleep will save you from completing our discussion?"
Athalia's body didn't move as she continued to breath in and out softly.
"What a poor attempt to run away from confessing your dirty thoughts, Piulela", he crossed his arms, narrowing
