Lucan watched Adeline sleep, her hair sprawled back on the pillow, her face far too close for comfort, her body curled up like a child. She was facing him, her lips still slightly red from their rather sudden burst of passion earlier.
Dawn was already imminent, but Lucan did not quite feel like it. He wanted to stay here, in bed, with a beautiful woman, the candle light warm against her skin, and slightly painting her hair golden.
Not having to go down and talk about Claude's death or the traitors in his council.
He sighed, his fingers moving her hair back. But he was king. That is what kings do. He gently kissed her hair and then slowly got out of bed.
He made his way to the private bath house just opposite his now burnt royal chamber, a sigh escaping him as he took in the damage.
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