The convoy stood waiting in polished order, guards mounted with discipline, their spears upright and their eyes fixed forward as if the entire world outside the road did not exist. Just a few paces away from the carriages, Lucas lingered with Lady Cecilia. She had come to see him off personally, and the two of them spoke quietly beneath the shade of a flowering tree that swayed gently with the morning breeze. Her long robes caught the light like flowing silk, her beauty undeniable, and her laughter, though soft...carried enough warmth to make heads turn.

From the largest carriage, three sets of eyes watched through a slightly drawn curtain. Selene's lips pressed tightly together, her expression taut with barely contained vexation. Nyx leaned with her chin in her hand, studying the scene with that sharp, calculating gaze of hers. Lira sat at the corner, her delicate fingers twisting in her lap as she observed with the quiet loyalty that never left her eyes.

Selene was the first to break the silence. Her words spilled out, sharp and edged, though her tone carried more resignation than malice. "Why is it always the same? Why does he always have beautiful women flocking around him as if he were some god descended from the heavens? Look at her, so poised, so perfect, so utterly absorbed in him."

Her bitterness hung in the air, and for a brief moment no one answered. Nyx then shrugged her slender shoulders, her lips curving into something between a smirk and a sigh. "He is not like other men, he's handsome and hot. He has many talents, It is only natural that women would gather around such a man. Whether we like it or not, Xavier could have any woman he set his eyes upon. That is simply the truth."

Her words made Selene's eyes narrow, though she held her tongue. Instead, both she and Nyx turned their gaze toward Lira, whose face was calm, almost serene. They waited for her response, expecting jealousy or at least insecurity, but what came from her lips was nothing of the sort.

Lira shook her head gently, her eyes fixed on Lucas's distant figure. "You may think what you wish, but for me, there is only one truth. Master loves me. That is all I know, and that is all I want. I do not expect him to be mine alone. His path will always draw others, but it does not change how he looks at me or how he holds me when it matters."

Her voice was steady, honest, and without pretense, and it made the others fall silent for a moment. But Selene's sharp tongue could not remain still for long. She leaned forward, her tone edged with envy, her question more accusation than curiosity. "So he fucks you every night, then?"

The bluntness of the words hung in the air like a blade, but Lira did not flinch. She met Selene's eyes calmly, not offended in the slightest. Her lips curved with the faintest hint of pride as she replied plainly, "He fucks me when he wants to, and he fucks me when I want it too. His sex game is strong...strong enough to leave me weak and wanting more." She paused, then added with a wink that was both playful and cutting.

Selene's face stiffened, and though she forced her expression into a mask of indifference, her heart burned. Her pride ached at Lira's shameless confession, her composure cracking for just a breath before she caught herself. She sat back, folding her arms, but the silence she gave was proof enough of her unease.

As for Nyx, her fingers absentmindedly playing with a lock of her dark hair. Unlike the others, she was not prone to jealousy, though she felt the weight of her position as a princess every waking moment. For so long, she had been caged by etiquette, by duty, by the invisible chains of royalty. But with Lucas, she had tasted freedom.

Her voice was softer when she finally spoke, yet it carried a raw honesty that startled both Selene and Lira. "You know," she said slowly, almost as if confessing a forbidden truth, "he was my first. The first man to touch me, the first to see me not as a princess but simply as a woman. It was so good, so overwhelming, that even now my legs still feel wobbly when I think about it." Her cheeks colored faintly, but she did not avert her eyes. Instead, she smiled faintly, as though unburdening herself. "And I think that's what I want for the rest of my life. To feel that again and again. To be with him."

The words fell heavy into the carriage. Selene's sharpness faltered, her lips parting slightly in disbelief, while Lira blinked in surprise, her embroidery needle slipping unnoticed from her fingers. Both of them were stunned, their thoughts colliding against the reality of what Nyx had just revealed.

Lucas had already crossed that line with the princess.

The air inside the carriage had grown strangely charged after Nyx's confession. Selene and Lira still sat in their stunned silence, their eyes flicking back and forth between each other and then toward the princess, as if they could not quite believe what they had just heard. Neither of them wanted to admit it, but both were hungry for more details. Curiosity gnawed at them, though pride kept their tongues still. Nyx, on the other hand, leaned back with a rare expression of satisfaction, as though she had finally shed a weight she had been carrying. The mood was thick, tense, and strangely intimate.

Just as Lira parted her lips to ask, the sound of footsteps outside broke the spell. The door opened and Lucas stepped in with his usual calm presence, his cloak brushing lightly against the frame. He had not been gone long, and yet the sudden hush that fell upon the three women was impossible to miss. His eyes narrowed with suspicion, and he scanned their faces one by one.

"Why did you all stop talking so suddenly?" he asked, lowering himself onto the cushioned seat. His tone was casual, but there was an edge of curiosity in his voice.

The silence stretched awkwardly. Lira looked down at her lap, fidgeting with her fingers. Nyx maintained her composure, her expression unreadable, though the faintest smile lingered at the corner of her lips. Selene, however, shifted uncomfortably before meeting Lucas's gaze head-on. True to her nature, she refused to let the silence bind her tongue.

She blurted it out without a trace of hesitation. "We were discussing how good you are at fucking."

Her words landed like a stone thrown into still water, sending ripples through the atmosphere of the carriage. Lira gasped softly, her eyes widening, while Nyx's cheeks flushed the faintest shade of pink, though she hid it quickly. Selene's smirk deepened, proud that she had thrown the truth into the open, testing both him and the others.

Lucas blinked in surprise, his brows lifting as though he could not quite believe what he had just heard. He had only left them for a few minutes to speak with Lady Cecilia, and yet in that short time they had already turned their conversation into something so bold and scandalous? His gaze flicked toward Selene, and he did not need to ask twice. If anyone had dragged the discussion into such territory, it was her. Her sharp mouth and tendency to provoke had always been her signature.

He let out a breath, leaning back in his seat with a slow smile that curved into confidence. "Yeah," he said without hesitation, his tone dripping with pride, "no one in the world fucks better than me."

The blunt arrogance of his reply caught them all off guard. Lira's lips parted in shock before she covered her mouth, trying and failing to stifle her laughter. Nyx's composed façade broke entirely, her shoulders trembling as she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at his audacity. Even Selene, who had expected to put him on the spot, found herself giggling despite her earlier bitterness, her sharp eyes softening just a little.

The carriage filled with laughter, their voices mingling in rare harmony. For a brief moment, the tension dissolved, replaced by an ease that none of them had expected.

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