Jasmine Smith:
"Three days!"
I couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto my face as I settled into the chair across from Lucien’s desk. He glanced up from the file he was reading, "Hmm?"
"Our engagement." I crossed one leg over the other. "It’s only three days away."
"I know."
Of course he knew. I suppressed a laugh and opened the folder I’d brought with me.
"The final arrangements are almost done. Security will close the eastern entrance two hours before the ceremony. The media will only have access to the main hall, and I’ve doubled the warriors around the royal wing."
Lucien gave a small nod while signing something at the bottom of a page. "And before you ask..." I leaned forward slightly. "I’ve taken care of the live coverage too."
That finally earned me a look.
I smiled. "Your face won’t be visible."
His brows drew together slightly.
"We’ve arranged the lighting in such a way that you’ll remain in the shadows during the ceremony. The cameras will only capture your silhouette from the front. They can film me, the guests, the engagement—everything else."
I paused, suddenly feeling ridiculously giddy. I couldn’t help smiling again. "You can reveal yourself whenever you’re ready after marking me."
Queen Theodora had promised me that the marking ceremony would take place right after six months of the engagement ceremony.
However, the rumors were going around that the King might mark me right after slipping the ring onto my finger.
Lucien studied me for a moment before giving an approving nod, "Great."
One word. Yet somehow it was enough to make my heart flutter. I closed the folder and watched him return to his work.
His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the tattoos along his forearms, and his hair looked slightly disheveled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it for hours.
Goddess. How could a man look that good while reading reports? He was just... perfect.
"What are you working on?" I asked.
"Eastern territory," he said without looking up.
I got up and walked around the desk. Lucien didn’t react when I stopped behind his chair, so I leaned slightly closer to look at the file.
"That’s the Silver Claw border," I remarked with a frown. And he smelt amazing.
"Yes."
I followed one of the columns with my eyes. "Why did you reject their request for another fifty warriors?"
He exhaled a long sigh, "They don’t need warriors."
I shrugged, "Oh. Their rogue attacks increased by twelve percent."
"So did their patrol budget," He turned the page and pointed at one of the figures, "They’ve doubled their patrol expenditure in six months but haven’t increased the number of patrols."
I studied the numbers again, "Then where’s the money going?"
"That’s what I’m trying to find out."
I smiled.

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