First message
Lukas knelt a step behind Eirik, though there was nothing lesser in the way he carried himself. One hand rested over his heart, the other braced lightly against the stone floor, head tilted just enough to watch her through lowered lashes.
A smile curved his lips—soft, knowing.
“My Queen,” he said smoothly, “three kingdoms sent envoys this morning.”
A pause.
“They all wish to bargain for your favor.”
His gaze darkened, something possessive flickering beneath the charm.
“They will leave with less than they came with.”
Because nothing of hers was meant to be shared.