The room was quiet.
Soft moonlight slipped through the window, lighting the small space in silver.
On the bed, June Astral was already asleep.
Curled slightly under the blanket, she looked completely different from the confident, sharp princess from the battlefield.
Peaceful.
Almost like a child.
Her long brown hair spread softly across the pillow, her bangs resting gently over her closed eyes.
Her breathing was slow and calm.
For once, there was no mischief, no sharpness—
Only quiet innocence.
Across the room, Lucas de Hein sat on the small sofa.
Awake.
His silver eyes were open, staring toward the window at first.
But after a moment…
They shifted.
Toward her.
He had not been able to sleep at all.
The room was too quiet.
His thoughts… too loud.
Lucas exhaled softly and leaned back slightly.
Yet his gaze kept returning to the bed.
To June.
He watched her for a long moment.
"…Reckless."
His voice was low, almost a whisper.
Jumping from balconies.
Walking into danger without hesitation.
Smiling even in battle.
And now—
Sleeping so peacefully, as if nothing in the world could touch her.
Lucas closed his eyes briefly.
Then opened them again.
Still no sleep.
After a while, he stood up slowly.
His steps were quiet as he walked toward the bed.
He stopped beside it.
For a moment, he simply looked down at her.
Her face looked softer in sleep.
Unprotected.
Lucas hesitated slightly—
Then gently pulled the blanket up a little more to cover her properly.
A small, careful movement.
Something no one would ever expect from him.
He stood there for a few seconds longer.
Then turned away.
Returning to the sofa.