Chapter 90: The Articles
The bedroom was quiet, the soft hush of early evening curling against the walls like steam.
Lucas had dried off after the bath, hair still damp at the ends, a loose cotton robe tied around his waist in the kind of half-effort that whispered both exhaustion and indifference. The window was cracked open just enough to let the breeze in. The curtains shifted gently. Somewhere on the estate grounds, another hound barked once, like a weary footman announcing the descent of peace.
He didn’t light the lamps. The room didn’t need it. Moonlight spilled across the floor in pale ribbons, brushing silver against the edge of the low-set armchair where Lucas now sat curled, tablet in hand, fingers moving with slow purpose across the screen.
The search bar blinked at him like it knew better.
"Evrin Dax and Trevor Fitzgeralt"
"Trevor Fitzgeralt flash wedding rumors"
"Royal alphas with matching eyes"
Lucas snorted.
The results were worse—and better—than expected.
One gossip blog featured a clearly fake image of Dax carrying Trevor over his shoulder like some barbaric bridegroom, captioned, "The North and Saha—closer than we think?" Another entry listed "Unmarried Sovereigns Ranked by Strategic Marriage Potential," where Dax was top of the list, followed by Trevor, who had once thrown a reporter into a fountain and never apologized.
The articles were very descriptive of the imagination of people about the two.
Apparently, Trevor and Dax had once been spotted arriving at a summit within minutes of each other—different entrances, different entourages—but that didn’t stop one blog from describing it as "a synchronized power move of intimate understanding and unmatched sexual tension."