Peniel
Cassian and I sit alone in the study. Dusty shelves full of old books tower around us, and a single candle flickers on the large wooden table.
I leaned forward, my voice barely a whisper as I asked, “You’re saying Prince Lucian still loves Princess Celestria?”
Cassian’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, a spark of amusement lighting his eyes. “Yes, love,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He let out a low, dark chuckle. “But love doesn’t mean loyalty. He’s been trying to erase her memory, bed after bed, hoping that maybe—just maybe—he’ll find her in someone else.”
My chest tightened, this words hitting me like a punch. Was I just another one of those women? Was Lucian searching for someone else in me all this time? My mind spun, pieces of memories falling into pla
