Princess Nyx stood before him, her hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes shimmering faintly in the moonlight pouring through the tall glass windows of the hallway. "Shall we do it?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and weariness.
Lucas gave her a small, knowing smile. "It has to be done in seclusion," he replied gently, keeping his tone respectful. "Somewhere quiet. No distractions."
Nyx looked thoughtful for a moment, then gave a nod. "My chamber. No one disturbs me there."
Lucas followed her as she turned, her royal gait unfaltering even in her drained state. But in the recesses of his mind, thoughts lust stirred. He had used the dual cultivation charm on her gently, laced it into their earlier interactions like silk woven through a thread. Nyx, powerful as she was, remained within the range of his technique, particularly now, when her body and spirit were strained, and her guard was slightly lowered by fatigue and trust.
