The next morning, Lucia woke up before dawn. She already had a gut feeling of how it was going to play out and she honestly didn’t want to face an empty bed when she woke.
She looked at him in the dead of the night, pecking his cheek that was to her side as left, her footsteps barely heard on the hard wood.
She opened the door, trying not to alert the guards. “thought you might stay the night”
“EEEEKKKKK!!!” lucia was flying several feats into the air as she heard the voice behind
her.
“goddess Constance! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” she said clutching her
chest as she tried to calm her racing heart
“I should be asking you the same” she said laying on the bed looking at the ceiling.
Sometimes, with the way she acted, Lucia forgot that Constance was indeed an aged
woman.
“what are you talking about?” she asked, closing the door behind her as she entered fully
into the room.
“imagine my panicked state when I came to get you when the castle was under attack and I couldn’t find you, and even worse, you didn’t come back hours later” she said turning to
look at Lucia.
“you definitely looked panicked” she replied rolling her eyes.
“you were with him, weren’t you?” Constance asked in a more serious tone. Lucia said nothing. “I hope you are doing the right thing, I know…”
“Constance, I am tired, its early and I would like proper rest” she cut her off, rushing to
the other side of the bed.
“of course” was all she said as she made her way out the room.
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Helios awoke to the gentle embrace of morning light filtering through the curtains, painting patterns on the walls of the room. He stretched, relishing in the comfort of his bed, and reached out instinctively to where Lucia should have been lying beside him. His hand met nothing but the cool emptiness of the sheets.
Confusion pricked at his consciousness, and he blinked away the last remnants of sleep, his mind racing to comprehend the absence beside him. “Lucia?” he called out, his voice umuffled by the silence that enveloped the room.
With a frown etched deep on his features, Helios sat up, his gaze scanning the room for any sign of her presence. But the space remained stubbornly vacant, devoid of her warmth, and what was meant to be her morning self
Panic began to gnaw at the edges of his thoughts as he thought that maybe the rebels ha somehow come into the room to take her away at night. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor.
His mind raced through the possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Had something happened to her? Had she left without a word? The questions swirled in his mind, a whirlwind of uncertainty and fear.
With a sense of urgency, Helios threw on the closest robes, barely looking at what he was wearing, his movements quick and frantic as he searched for any clue to her whereabouts But the room offered no solace, no answers, only the echoing emptiness of her absence.
Desperation clawed at his chest as he stumbled out into the hallway, his steps echoing in the silence of the castle. “Lucia?” he called out again, his voice trembling with emotion. But there was no response, no sign of her presence, only the haunting echo of his own
words.
As Helios darted through the corridors of the palace, his frantic search for Lucia
consuming his every thought, he passed by the guards stationed along the way. Their usual stoic expressions faltered as they caught sight of their king in such a state of
distress.
Whispers trailed in his wake, exchanged glances revealing the unspoken question that
hung heavy in the air. What could have possibly caused their revered monarch to appear so agitated, so vulnerable?
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Helios paid no heed to their curious stares, his focus consumed by the singular desire to find Lucia, to unravel the mystery of her disappearance. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the urgency of his quest.
Finally, as he rounded a corner, his breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him. There, at the end of the hall, stood Lucia, her figure bathed in the soft glow of sunlight streaming through a nearby window.
Relief flooded through him at the sight of her, a wave of emotion crashing over him like a tidal wave. But even as he yearned to rush to her side, to hold her close and assure himself of her safety, something held him back.
For in that moment, as he gazed upon her form from afar, Helios couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. There was a reason she left early. She already knew he was going to pull back.
His heart clenched with a sense of dread as he watched her, the ache of longing mingling with the ache of uncertainty.
He was scared of her not even paying attention but he knew that it had to be done, the rebels were still out there along with the council. He needed to settle all that before he could look for other ways around the curse, but for now, he had to be in full strength.
“my lord, its time for breakfast” the maid said, looking at him wearily. He then looked at what he had thrown in a bit of a haze. He was in nothing but his undergarment.
He looked back up, trying to be unbothered by appearance. “lead the way” he said instead of wanting to crawl in a hole and die
With a heavy heart and a mind weighed down by uncertainty, Helios made his way to the dining hall where Lucia awaited him for their morning meal. The usual chatter of the palace staff fell silent as he entered, their gazes lingering on him with a mixture of
concern and deference.
Lucia sat at the head of the table, her posture regal and composed as always, yet Helios
couldn’t shake the sense of detachment that seemed to hang in the air between them. He forced a smile onto his lips as he took his seat opposite her, but the gesture felt hollow,
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devoid of genuine warmth.
“Good morning, Helios,” Lucia greeted him, her voice soft and melodic, but even her words
seemed to echo with a distance that sent a chill down his spine.
“Good morning,” Helios replied, his own voice lacking the usual warmth and affection he reserved for her. He reached for a piece of fruit, his movements mechanical as he forced himself to eat, the taste of food bland against the bitterness that lingered in his mouth.
As they ate in silence, the tension between them thickened, suffocating in its intensity. Helios stole glances at Lucia, searching for any sign of the woman from last night. There was none, her wall were also up
It was as if a chasm had opened up between them, separating them from the intimacy
they once shared. Each moment stretched on endlessly, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air like a shroud.
Finally, unable to bear the suffocating silence any longer, Helios pushed back his chair and rose to his feet, the scrape of wood against marble echoing through the room like a
gunshot.
“I have matters to attend to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he turned to leave, the emptiness of the room mirroring the emptiness in his heart.
And as he walked away, leaving Lucia behind who looked like she was holding back tears
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