[Lavinia’s POV — Imperial Palace—Late Night, After the Announcement]
The palace finally slept.
Not truly—this place never did—but the roar of celebration had faded into distant echoes, laughter dissolving into soft music and murmured congratulations. Torches burned lower. Footsteps thinned. Even the nobles, drunk on wine and scandal, had retreated to their chambers to gossip themselves hoarse.
And for the first time since tonight began, I was alone.
I stood by the tall window of my chamber, fingers resting lightly against the glass, watching the moon hang low over the gardens. Silver light spilled across the paths where tomorrow’s rumors would walk freely.
Crown Princess. Soon-to-be Empress. And now—betrothed.
The word still felt unreal.
A soft knock broke the quiet.
"Enter," I said.
The door opened just enough for Haldor to slip inside, careful, respectful—still so very him. He’d changed from formal attire into simpler clothes, dark and clean, the kind he wore when he wanted to disappear into the role of a soldier rather than stand out as the man the empire now stared at.
"You should be resting," I said without turning.
"I know," he replied softly. "But I wanted to see you."
I smiled.
I turned, and there he was—standing awkwardly near the door like he didn’t quite believe he was allowed to be here.
"You survived my father," I said lightly. "That alone deserves recognition."
He let out a breathy laugh. "Barely. I’m fairly certain he memorized at least twelve different ways to execute me."
"Only twelve?" I raised a brow. "That means he likes you."
He smiled then—small, warm, real.
I crossed the room and stopped in front of him. Up close, I could see the tension finally leaving his shoulders. The night had taken its toll on both of us.
"You did well today," I said quietly.
"So did you," he replied. "You always do."
There was a pause.
Not awkward.
Heavy.
Important.
"Are you afraid?" he asked suddenly.
I studied him for a long moment.
"No... just worried," I admitted quietly. "About the empire. The nobles. About what comes next. Too many things are shifting around them, Haldor. I’m afraid it will reach us. Our future."
He didn’t answer at once.
Instead, he stepped closer—so close the air between us thinned. His hands found mine, firm and steady, grounding. Then he lifted them, reverently, pressing them against his cheeks. His lips brushed my skin, warm and lingering.
"Then..." he murmured, voice low and resolute, "let us protect our future, Your Highness."
Another kiss, softer this time.
"Let us protect it in such a way," he continued, "that the generations after us—our children—will never have to endure what we do."
I blinked. Once. Then again.
"...Why are you calling me Your Highness?"
He froze. Truly froze.
"Pardon?" he stammered. "Then—what should I—?"
"Call me Lavi," I said simply.
The color drained from his face, only to rush back twice as fast.
"N-No," he protested, flustered. "Your Highness, I cannot—I—"
"You are my husband," I cut in calmly. "And I hate it when my husband calls me Your Highness."
He blushed so hard it was almost impressive. "I am not yet your husband..."
"You will be in two weeks," I said, tilting my head. "So call me Lavi."
He looked away, lips parting as if the word itself weighed too much, "La... la... laa..."
I leaned in, deliberately slow. "What was that? I can’t hear you."
He swallowed. Hard.
"Lavi..." he said at last—quiet, hesitant, precious.
Though I heard it perfectly, I leaned even closer, my forehead brushing his cheek, my breath warming his skin.
"Say it again," I whispered. "What did you call me?"
He turned his face away, utterly undone. "...Lavi."
"What?"
"La...Lavi..."
. . .
. . .
That’s right.He was already mine.

"I guess..." I murmured, almost shy, "...I really like you, Haldor." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
I smiled faintly, my thumb brushing his cheek. "I’m more comfortable around you. More free. More me. I ... really... like you, Haldor."

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