Author’s POV
The illuminating-natural moonlight filled the room where Grace was sleeping with Lucius. Her head was resting on his chest while she lay on top of him. The only voluntary movement was of Lucius’s fingers that still ran through her hair.
His eyes were wide open and despite his red-lips moving in prayers, he failed to forget the faces of those seven who hurt Grace.
However, knowing that he was losing his control, Lucius dipped his head and sniffed her hair. Grace stirred gently. He cupped her face and murmured under his breath; fantasizing Grace to be wearing a white gown.
“You’re absolutely beautiful.”
'Yes, she will look like a fairy; a goddess, that people should worship and a woman worthy to be my side.' The thought was so sudden and out of line that it stunned him.
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