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For a moment, everything was silent, and Roxanne froze. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, and there right in front of her stood the man.
Killian Lunnart.
He looked exactly as she remembered. Tall, well-built, with a handsome yet cold face, as if untouched by emotion. His gaze was sharp, yet empty revealing nothing. Beside him stood Eden, his loyal aide, equally familiar to Roxanne.
Memories from the past surged forward without warning. But Roxanne did not let them show.
She lowered her head at once, offering a graceful bow despite the way her heart was beating faster than usual.
“My apologies, Your Grace.” Her voice was calm. Controlled.
Killian glanced at her briefly.
“It’s nothing.” The reply was short. Flat. Emotionless.
Roxanne felt her fingers slowly curl within the folds of her gown. Still the same, not a single thing had changed.
“Duke, this is my sister Princess Roxanne,” Rion said cheerfully, as though there were no awkwardness between them at all.
Roxanne lifted her face slightly, looking at Killian. For a brief moment, their eyes met, but there was nothing there.
Killian let out a short breath.
“Oh.” Just one word, no greeting, no interest and not even the slightest effort to know her.
As if Roxanne… was no one. Her jaw tightened faintly, but she lowered her gaze again, keeping her expression composed.
Just like before, nothing had changed.
Killian then turned his attention to Rion.
“If there’s nothing else, let us go see His Majesty the Emperor. I still have many matters to attend to.” His tone was firm, devoid of pleasantries.
“Alright,” Rion replied casually, even offering a small smile. “You really are impatient.”
Roxanne bowed slightly once more.
“My apologies for delaying your affairs.”
Killian cast her a brief glance.
“It’s no great matter.” That was all.
After that, he gave a short nod out of courtesy, then turned away without waiting. His steps were steady and swift, as though even a single wasted second was unacceptable to him.
Eden followed silently behind.
Roxanne remained where she stood. Her gaze lingered on Killian’s retreating back as he disappeared down the corridor.
Cold, distant and untouchable. Exactly as she remembered.
Nothing had changed.
“The Duke has always been like that, Sister,” Rion’s voice came from beside her, breaking the silence. “I hope you can be patient when you marry him.”
Roxanne turned her head slowly. Her expression had already returned to calm. She was even… smiling. A soft, graceful smile, just as expected of a princess.
“I hope my patience is as vast as this empire,” she replied lightly.
Rion chuckled, taking it as nothing more than a joke. But he did not know behind that smile, there was no patience left.
Roxanne looked once more toward the corridor where Killian had vanished.
Her eyes were calm. If in her previous life she had been the woman who waited… who hoped… who endured then in this life, she would do none of those things again.
Killian Lunnart might not have changed. But Roxanne was no longer the same.
Rion was gone. His footsteps faded at the end of the corridor, leaving Roxanne alone in the long, cold silence of the palace.
She remained where she stood, her gaze fixed on the direction Killian had taken, as if his shadow still lingered there.
She did not move.
Instead, her mind returned to the same question.
What exactly could make that man feel drawn to someone?
In her previous life, she had tried everything. She had been gentle, obedient, never demanding. She restrained herself, hoping that one day Killian would look at her even just a little.
But it never happened.
Slowly, Roxanne raised her hand and placed it over her chest.
Back then, whenever she was near Killian, her heart would race. Just seeing him was enough to make her nervous… and hopeful.
But now there was only calm.
The feeling was still there she knew that much. But the pounding heartbeat that once overwhelmed her had simply… disappeared.
Roxanne lowered her hand.
“Killian…” she murmured softly. She fell silent for a moment, staring blankly ahead, before finally whispering.
“Could you… ever fall in love with me?”
He reached for her then.Not roughly. Not with the desperation of the kiss in the corridor. But with a slowness that was somehow worse a deliberate, measured patience that made Roxanne's breath grow shallow.His fingers found the first pin in her hair, and he pulled it free with care, watching a strand of dark hair fall across her shoulder. Then another. And another. Each pin removed with the precision of a man unwrapping something he had waited far too long to touch, and with every lock of hair that tumbled free, Roxanne felt herself becoming more exposed, more vulnerable, more his.The last pin came loose and her hair cascaded down her back in a dark wave.Killian's fingers slid into it. He fisted a handful at the base of her skull not pulling, not yet just holding, the way one might hold the reins of a horse that had not yet decided whether to run. His other hand moved to the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone, and when he spoke again, his voice had dropp
Roxanne opened her lips to reply. But before a single word could form, Killian's hand was already moving. He caught her wrist and pinned it above her head, pressing it flat against the wall. A motion that was quick but not rough. Only firm. Like a man who had been imagining this exact action since he first saw Henry approach his wife in the garden and had only now decided to carry it out.Roxanne let out a small, stifled sound. Not from pain but from surprise.That sound caused something in Killian's eyes to shift. The layer of anger he had been containing all evening began to crack thin fractures allowing something darker, deeper, far more dangerous to seep through."Speak again," Killian breathed, his lips almost touching hers, "and I will not be responsible for what happens after."The threat was delivered in the same tone one might use to read a shopping list. Flat. Ordinary. Yet his eyes were burning. Truly burning. Embers fanned by wind.Roxanne bit her lip.Not because she was
They arrived at the Lunnart mansion well past midnight.The carriage came to a halt in the front courtyard. Killian stepped out first without turning, Roxanne followed, her silk gown whispering against the stone with every step. She looked at the rigid line of her husband's back straight, unyielding, without the slightest crack of doubt and she knew the night was far from over.A servant opened the great front door with a deep bow. Killian passed through without a word.They climbed the marble staircase to the second floor. She turned her head toward Killian, searching his face for something. Anger. Disappointment. Anything.What she found was far more frightening than any emotion she could have named. A complete and total absence.The bedchamber door opened.Killian released her wrist and walked inside without a backward glance. His footsteps echoed softly across the marble floor as he crossed to the table in the far corner where a bottle of whiskey and a crystal glass already waited
Henry’s entire body stiffened beneath Duke Lunnart’s overwhelming presence.It was the aura of a man who had led wars along the border for years. The aura of someone accustomed to making others retreat with nothing more than a single look.And at that moment, all of Killian’s attention was focused on one person.Henry.The man standing far too close to his wife. The man who had clearly ignored Roxanne’s wish to be left alone.Beside him, Roxanne simply stared at Killian for a few seconds.Then, unconsciously, the corner of her lips lifted slightly.Because somehow, seeing Killian appear at the exact moment her patience ran out felt far more satisfying than she wanted to admit.Henry tried to maintain his composure.“Your Grace, I never intended to offend the Duchess.”Killian stared at him for several moments without saying a word.That gaze alone made Henry unconsciously tighten his jaw.For some reason, he felt like a defendant waiting for a final verdict.“Then,” Killian finally sa
The night grew later, yet the banquet in the main ballroom remained lively and loud.After spending quite some time talking with Rion, Roxanne eventually realized that her brother had begun to attract groups of nobles eager for a chance to speak with the Crown Prince.On the other side of the hall, Killian was not much different. Several senior dukes and marquises appeared to be discussing matters concerning the northern territories, forcing him into conversations he could not simply walk away from.For a moment, Roxanne merely stood there holding her glass.The ballroom suddenly felt suffocating. Little by little, it all began to make her head ache.“I’ll just step outside for a moment,” she murmured softly to herself.Without drawing anyone’s attention, Roxanne quietly left the ballroom through the large glass doors leading to the mansion’s back garden.The moment the doors closed behind her, the atmosphere changed entirely.Cool night air greeted her.The music from the ballroom be
Seeing his sister daring to tease Duke Lunnart was a rather rare sight.In the end, Killian only said flatly,“I’ll be over there.”He pointed toward an area near the balcony where several nobles were engaged in conversation.Roxanne nodded.After making sure everything was fine, Killian left them.But before he walked away, the man briefly glanced at Roxanne.Only for a moment.Yet it was enough for Rion to notice.Once Killian had gone, the Crown Prince immediately turned to his sister with a curious expression.“I think I understand now.”“Understand what?”“Why the entire capital keeps talking about you two.”Roxanne rolled her eyes.“Don’t start.”“I’m serious.”Rion took two glasses from a passing servant and handed one to Roxanne.“You look much better compared to the last time we met.”Roxanne accepted the drink.“My life isn’t as bad as everyone imagines.”“That’s what I wanted to ask.”They began walking slowly along a quieter side of the ballroom.Rion studied his sister fo
Roxanne’s heartbeat became slightly uneven.The man’s gaze was far too calm as he said those words, as though there was not the slightest trace of doubt within him. No hesitation, no suspicion, not even a sign that Killian was merely saying it to comfort her.And that was exactly what made Roxanne
The atmosphere instantly grew heavier.The smile on Sebastian’s face slowly faded. His eyes sharpened for a brief moment before he eventually laughed softly again as if nothing had happened.But Roxanne saw it clearly.For a second, Sebastian had genuinely been offended. And honestly, that brought
Roxanne slowly lowered her hand from her still-burning cheek. The flustered expression she had moments ago gradually faded, replaced once again by a cold, composed look as she slowly turned toward the source of the voice.And as expected Sebastian was standing there with a faint smile on his lips.
Roxanne fell silent for a moment after hearing that.She had not expected Killian to notice something like this.Her gaze slowly drifted toward a group of noblewomen laughing together in one corner of the ballroom. They looked close with one another, something Roxanne herself had never truly had.A







