Chapter 6: Morning After? More like a Chaos
The sun rose over the Imperial Palace with all the smugness of someone who definitely knew a scandal had just been born under its light.
Birds chirped. Curtains fluttered in the soft morning breeze. And somewhere, bells rang melodiously in the distance—completely unaware they were interrupting a scene that belonged in either a romance novel or a very expensive lawsuit.
Inside a gilded chamber, a bed—once perfectly made and untouched—was now in shambles. Silk sheets tangled like they’d fought in a duel, pillows on the floor like fallen soldiers, and clothes... scattered like petals from a very chaotic flower.
And there, smack in the middle of the chaos, was Lucien.
Naked. Glowing. Sprawled like a satisfied cat that had just ruined the royal furniture.
He blinked at the ceiling. Then again. Then—
"...OH NO."
A loud thud followed. Lucien had tried to get up and ended up crashing to the floor, limbs protesting and dignity sobbing in a corner.
"WHAT HAPPENED?! Where am I? Why am I—naked?! Why does my back hurt?! WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I RAN A MARATHON AND LOST?! AND—"
Lucien’s voice rose an octave as he looked down.
And then froze.