Lucan watched as Adeline strapped her cup of arrow around her, her eyes focused on Evander. His head slowly tilted to the right, his lips pursed. She looked like absolute perfection in her fiery fit, her hair wild and inviting, her eyes sharp with determination.
He couldn't help but wonder if she was like Claude. Not exactly like her, but as soft. As fragile. He wondered what she would make him feel if she let him feel like he should protect her. If she was feminine. If she was like his dead sister.
She let her gaze move to him, but he only adjusted on his horse, his eyes still holding hers.
"Is there something Your Majesty wishes to tell me?"
He shrugged. "I was wondering if you have smiled a day in your life."
"I have. I do not assume I will be smiling anytime soon, however."
He nodded. "Fair.……
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