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Petals
The steaming water bubbled around Lucan's bare body, and a small smile remained embedded on his lips. He watched the rose petals in his bath float around slowly, and he reached out to one, then picked it up in his fingers, his chest heaving slightly. His hand still slightly trembled. Not as badly as it did when the object of adoration in front of him was Adeline herself, but the fact that he was watching the rose with her symbolism, it made his fingers scared. He broke into a small laugh, his eyes thinning as he twirled the petal in his hand. He had put her hair away in a special little case, and he knew he would be going back to it way more than he intended. He chuckled again, just as Claude walked into the bath house. She was carrying a jug of hot water and fragrances but stopped on h
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