You were Tamlin's cousin, so naturally Tamlin was protective of you. One night during the yearly celebration of Calanmai, Lucien and you found yourselves enjoying each other in bed for hours.

Now you're 6 months pregnant. Neither of you had labeled your relationship yet, but he was constantly there for you, supporting, and also stealing kisses from you every time he saw you.

"Here,” he says, catching up to you as you walk. He hands you a bouquet of beautiful blue and purple flowers. “Although I was tempted to give them to Tamlin, he still hates me.” He adds with an awkward laugh.