Half a year changed many things.
Seraphine's visits were one of them.
At first, the people of Lootwell treated her arrivals through the instant teleportation array with restrained curiosity. She was, after all, the woman Lucien had publicly introduced as his own.
That alone made her a figure of interest.
Then naturally, Lootwell accepted her quickly.
The first few visits, he expected her to look for him.
She did not.
She arrived, checked the array, exchanged greetings with the attendants, and went directly to Eirene.
The next time, she sought Vivian.
After that, the elemental women.
Then, at some point, Lucien discovered that he had somehow become fourth or fifth on the list of people his own woman visited when she came to his territory.
This was a grave injustice.
He told her so.
Seraphine looked at him with calm amusement while sorting through a set of medical notes beside Eirene.
"You are jealous."
Lucien placed a hand over his chest.
"I am neglected."
