Lucian’s POV

“Your Majesty,” Frank called out, breaking me from my reverie as I stood there, lost in the enchanting aroma that surrounded me.

Startled, I blinked behind the protective shield of my shades and turned towards Frank, his concerned expression mirrored in the rearview mirror. 

“Do you really think she’s here, Sire?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt yet a glimmer of hope.

I sighed, my uncertainty noticeable. “I don’t know,” I admitted, ...