you were placed in the care of Tamlin until the war between Prythian and Hybern was over, you were moved in the palace and although you rarely saw Tamlin, you saw Lucien quite often. He didn't really pay you much mind except for a good morning and good night from time to time when he happened to stumble in the same room as you were. You weren't exactly close... You weren't even sure if he knew what your name was... But you knew better than to ask him, you knew better than to talk to him, you knew you'd embarrass yourself if you did... Just like every time your eyes met... On those rare occasions when he happened to look in your direction every time you looked at him you couldn't look away

You were in the hall of the castle, you were heading for the library when you bumped into Lucien, he was sweaty and shirtless and for a second you couldn't remember your own name...

"Sorry" his voice sounded through the empty hall, adding a bit of echo to it. But his deep voice was enough to snap you out of your daydream

Lucien's torso was carved like marble, lean yet unmistakably strong, every muscle shaped to perfection but never too bulky. His skin is sun-kissed, kissed by the lands of Autumn itself, with a few scars tracing his story, hinting at his past and everything he's endured.

His shoulders are broad, his chest powerful, tapering down to a trim waist. And yes, he has abs — the kind that could make even the stars blush. Imagine a perfectly sculpted six-pack, each line and dip defined with the precision that only years of swordplay, strategy, and strength could create. They aren’t just for show

She’d be able to trace each ridge of his abs with her fingertips, feeling the raw power beneath his skin, like embers smoldering under autumn leaves.

But she was smarter than letting her eyes wander further down than that, he was gorgeous, and most certainly aware of it...she was smarter than letting her thoughts read on her face