The halls were finally set, and the feast was elaborate. Dignitaries had filled the palace, all waiting on the King's sudden marriage. Music filled the entire space, but none of the noise mattered.
Lucan stood by the side of the large mirror, his eyes fixed on Adeline who was sitting on the small stool in front of the mirror. She had her gaze fixed on her reflection, her hair carefully brushed by the maidens, her lips carrying a small dent of his desire.
He felt his heart skip a beat as he tried to tear his gaze away, but he found himself turning right back to her, his chest heaving.
Her hair was soon done, and he watched as her garments were slowly layered, a corset wrapping around her waist tight.
"We are done, Your Majesty."
He waved them away as Adeline covered the distance to him, her eyes……
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