Loreia charged through the hallway Liline had constructed.
No hesitation. No delay.
She reached the doors to Lucius' private chamber and pushed them open without knocking.
Inside, the room was dim and quiet.
Lucius was sleeping in the center bed.
His chest rising and falling in deep, undisturbed rest.
Loreia narrowed her eyes.
"Unbelievable," she muttered.
"Sleeping like a prince while I handle everything."
She stepped closer, eyes flicking over his perfectly relaxed face.
"Damn you."
"You really know how to look peaceful, huh?"
Behind her, Liline appeared, hands folded, expression tight.
"Lady Loreia—please."
Loreia raised a hand without turning.
"Don't intervene."
Liline stopped immediately, lips pressed into a silent line.
Loreia reached the side of the bed. Her voice dropped.
"Little brother… It's been a while since I gave you some love."
She smiled darkly.
"So let me remind you what that feels like."
Without hesitation. Without mercy.
