Luka swiftly calmed himself, biting down on the tip of his tongue as his heart continued pounding. The sound thumped like a hammer hitting the inside of his skull, despite knowing the knights he adored lived various lives beforehand.
'Not once did Iris or Galatea let on...'
'Would Galatea have even known in the past?'
That was something he couldn't dwell on as the mentally suffering woman lay half naked beneath her sheets.
"Lord Luka..."
Iris paused for a moment, her eyes red raw from dried tears, yet she quickly turned the page and stood in front of him. Her delicate fingers gripped his shirt as she stood on tiptoes to reach close to his ear.
"I know we're to be married, but please can you give me a moment of privacy?" Her whisper carried the fruity scent of her breath.
'Did she eat an orange, or something?'
He couldn't help but want to know more, but she was right. It was improper of him to enter like this, and yet, his feet refused to move.
Ding!
