Lucan turned to the fire again, his eyes flashing with years worth of memories of the only woman he had let close enough. It felt like he was watching the version of her that he knew burn, and a version that he absolutely detested say there in his blazing chamber.
He could barely believe that she was the shame woman who knew what set him off, and knew how to be patient enough to stay till he felt like himself all over again.
It was disillusioning and honestly, somewhat heartbreaking.
He sighed and turned away, his lips pursed. He wouldn't let her body die, but she was as good as ashes to him already.
"Put the the fire."
"Your Majesty, it is taking too long, she used a..."
"Then what? You want me to go in there and save her?"
Claude slowly stood up, tears filling her eyes, the heat e
