Lucian walked past the door of Aureliaâs room, not wanting to see her before work.
No, that wasnât it. He wanted to see herâbut he did not want to.
Finally stopping in his tracks, Lucian took a couple of steps back and grabbed the door handle. He was about to push it open but restrained himself and placed a knock on the door.
âWho is there?â Her sleepy voice came from the other side of the door.
âCome in,â she added, and Lucian pushed open the door, walking into the room.
Aurelia was still in bed, tucked under the sheets and cuddling a pillow.
âGood morning, Princess,â Lucian greeted softly.
âMorning, Lucian,â she grumbled and yawned sleepily.
Aurelia rubbed her eyes and tried to rise from her huddled-up state, but a cramp shot through her leg immediately.
She groaned, and Lucian
