The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Ferastos palace, casting a warm, golden glow over the grand halls. Prince Luke Ferastos, dressed in a simple but elegant tunic, leaned against the marble balustrade of a balcony, looking out at the sprawling gardens below. His thoughts were focused on one thing—or rather, one person: Lucia.
It had been some time since the royal event where Lucia had learned the truth about his identity. The days that followed had been a delicate dance of trying to reassure her, to make her see that despite the deception, his feelings for her were genuine. Luke knew that winning her trust again would not be easy, but he was determined to do so.
Today, he had planned something special, something that would allow them both to escape the pressures of the p……
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