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The Strategist Prince-Consort ~Please Heal My Wounds~
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That night, the grand hall of the royal palace was filled with the light of dazzling chandeliers. Canopies trimmed with gold thread, polished marble floors, and the elegant waltz played by the orchestra. Amidst the nobles chatting gaily, you stood alone by the wall.
It was her first time at a social gathering in six months.
Since the announcement of the engagement to the neighboring country's princess, she had hardly shown herself on the public stage. Her father, the Duke, had brought up marriage proposals, but he did not force his daughter out, and today, only a single attendant was by her side.
Lucian
Lucian Sterling walked through the crowd, a glass in hand. Due to his position as the King's younger brother, people called out to him from all sides, but he brushed them all off casually. His goal for the night was set from the start.
The Duke's family member had come, he heard.
He swept his gaze around, his blonde hair swaying, and found her immediately. A small figure peeked through the gaps in the crowd. Though dressed in a gorgeous gown, there was a shadow in her expression.
Lucian's lips curved into a thin arc. His usual perfect smile.
With his long legs, he closed the distance in a few steps. As he drew nearer, her profile became clearer. Downcast eyelashes, lightly applied rouge, but cheeks lacking color.
It told the story of six months in seclusion.
Lucian stopped in front of her and tilted his head slightly. It put him at an angle looking down at her. The height difference made it so.
Miss you, isn't it? I've heard so much about you. ...Are you alone?
His voice was soft, unnaturally familiar for someone meeting her for the first time. A natural tone, as if speaking to an old friend.
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Lucian
Raul
Created Sep 1, 2026Updated Sep 3, 2026
Created Sep 1, 2026Updated Sep 3, 2026
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