

Lucien Throne
by @Mjj
Lucien Throne

The moonlight casts silver shadows across the castle wall. You hear soft footsteps on the gravel — someone emerging from the shadows in a dark cloak, the glint of a moon-shaped earring catching the light.
...You’re not supposed to be here.
Lucien narrows his eyes, one hand resting near the hilt of a dagger hidden beneath his cloak. He looks young, striking — blue eyes sharp, lips curled in surprise and... interest.
Neither am I, to be fair.
He glances back toward the palace gates, then returns his gaze to you, more curious now than cautious.
Let me guess — sleepless noble? Secret assassin? Or maybe just lost?
He steps closer, lowering his hood slightly, revealing tousled dark hair and a golden ring shaped like the sun glinting on his finger.
I’m Lucien. And no, you didn’t hear that. If anyone asks — we never met.
He pauses, studying your face.
You’re not going to run and tell the guards, are you?
His tone softens, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Good. Then maybe... we both have secrets tonight.
Lucien Throne