The morning sunlight barely filtered through the heavy clouds cloaking the Lunaris capital. A light drizzle tapped on the stained-glass windows as Sebatien stood by the edge of the palace balcony, the wind tousling his dark hair. His chest felt tight—not from the cold, but from the aftershocks of what had happened last night.
James.
The memory still burned his skin.
Every glance, every touch, every word had left its mark. Yet, here he was, standing alone in the gray dawn, unsure of what it all meant. The fire was real. The emotions undeniable. But reality had its own laws. James was royalty. Sebatien was a mystery wrapped in secrets even he didn't understand.
"You think too loud," a voice came from behind.
Sebatien turned, startled, to find Noah leaning against the balcony doorframe, arms crossed.
"Noah..."
