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Rousse stared in awe at the small woman in his arms.

He still couldn’t believe Meridiana had accepted him as her lover.

His hand gently caressed her cheek.

He breathed in her delicious scent, filling his soul.

He wished he could stay forever inside that pink bubble, but he knew it was time to face the real world.

His sharp hearing caught the sound of boots coming up the stairs to the second floor.

The cadence, the strength behind each step, the determined pace... it was the Lord heading toward his quarters.

“My love, wake up, Meridiana, wake up, baby, we’ve got company.”

The sorceress barely had time to rub her eyes before understanding how serious this was.

She immediately sank into her General’s inner world.

The steps stopped right in front of Rousse’s door.

Outside, Dracomir waited anxiously, even though he pretended to be indifferent.

He hadn’t slept, and it showed on his slightly haggard face.

His eyes kept darting to the last door in the hallway.

Victoria’s room.

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