Helen's heart soared. It wasn't just about protecting Lucas anymore; for the first time in years, she felt truly desired by a man of absolute power. A flush of pure, feminine pride washed over her, making her skin tingle.
As she began to dress, her hand lingered low on her stomach. She looked down, noticing the untamed growth of dark hair peeking out from her lace panties. She traced the edge of her skin, a soft, thoughtful smile playing on her lips.
"I should probably take a little more care of myself down there," she whispered to her reflection, her voice thick with a new kind of anticipation. "I haven't used you in a long, long time... but who knows? It might be very soon."
Three days had passed like a blur of bittersweet goodbyes and expensive luxury. Lucas had departed on a private Royal transport, his chin held high, convinced he was heading toward his destiny as a titan of industry.
