"What do you think about him?"
Aeliana remained silent for a moment.
Her father's golden eyes were sharp, unwavering, waiting for an answer. But she didn't speak immediately. Instead, she let her thoughts settle.
Because this wasn't a simple question.
This was him asking her to measure Lucavion. To weigh him. To decide what he was.
And that—
That wasn't easy.
Her fingers curled slightly against her sleeve as her mind drifted back.
To their first meeting.
To the ridiculous way he had introduced himself.
To the way he had looked at her—not with pity, not with hesitation, but as if she was just another person.
To the way he had infuriated her within minutes of knowing him.
'He's annoying.'
That had been her first impression. And it had remained true.
He was pushy, he was reckless, he had no sense of restraint.
But…
That wasn't all he was.
Aeliana thought of the way he had fought.
How he had thrown himself at danger without hesitation.
