"Lucien…" A soft voice fell on Lucien's ears.
Layla called for Lucien cheerfully, and it didn't take long for his face to sour.
Although he had mentioned that Layla was a princess and should be treated accordingly, deep down, he still remembered that her father had been one of the strongest voices against his existence, adamant about ensuring Lucien received a death sentence.
Lucien's eyes darted to Roseria's door once again. Considering she might still be sleeping, he chose to ignore Layla, knowing that if he spoke now, he might say something she wouldn't like.
Without another glance, Lucien strode away, heading straight for the kitchen—just like the night before yesterday when he had found that pumpkin soup, which had thoroughly irked him.
But to his surprise, the scene before him was… delightful.
Roseria was there, preparing food, with Rowan standing beside her, pointing at something she had placed on a tray. Beatrice stood on her left, smiling warmly.
