POV: Kaelira
I stared at his handwriting for a long moment before I opened it.
Lucien wrote the way he did everything else, neat and unhurried, each letter sitting exactly where it was supposed to sit, and looking at it now after everything that had happened in that archive felt like looking at something familiar that had quietly changed shape without telling you.
I unfolded it fully and read.
I am not angry at you. I want you to know that first. What happened tonight hurt, but I understand why it happened and I do not blame either of you for it. What I need you to understand is that I am on your side, I have always been on your side, and whatever you found in that book or on those pages, please be careful who else you show it to. Not everyone in this palace who smiles at you wants you
