Two guards made a rush in.
He didn't tarry.
Move anything,” he said.
His voice was grave and stern.
The guards nodded.
One glanced around for a moment.
What about the bedding my King, my King?”
Lucian's face grew stiffer.
“Everything.”
The guard bent his head.
“Yes, my king.”
I swallowed hard.
Everything.
He wasn’t cleaning the room.
He was erasing it.
From me.
That fact cut through my heart like a knife.
The area was not kept a secret.
It was not a general protection.
It was personal.
He was concealing the child from me.
I was more hurt than I thought to be.
Since that was the end of every conversation, every denial ever given, every half-truth ever told, it was all directed at keeping me away from one secret.
The child.
As the guards started to clear the shelves,
