Lucian’s offer hung in the air, heavy with gold and duty, yet hollow where it mattered most.
"I offer you and your sister a return to your heritage," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest. "Unimaginable wealth, safety, and the position of Luna, a life of purpose."
Talia stared at his chest, afraid to look into those electric eyes. "What about love?" she asked again, her voice barely a whisper.
"I cannot offer you love at this time, Talia. Love is not a luxury I can afford." His tone was steel, but his gaze was soft. "But you will be worshiped. Cherished. Protected. You will have a fortress in which to raise our children."
Children will sense whether their parents love each other, Talia thought, a pang of sorrow piercing through the allure of his offer.
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