Chapter 102
Federico stood before the gilded mirror, his broad shoulders framed in a crisp white royal shirt as his valet adjusted the golden sash across his chest. Sunlight from the tall window caught the silver threads embroidered along the edges, making him look every bit the Lycan prince he was. Azalea watched him from where she lay propped on the bed, her hair messy but her eyes soft.
“You should still be resting,” Federico said, catching her gaze in the mirror.
“I will,” she murmured, smiling faintly.
He turned, dismissing the valet with a nod before walking closer to the bed. “I’ll explain why you can’t come to the meeting,” he told her gently, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “No one will question it, Azalea. You need to focus on yourself right now.”
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