When the first warm spring breeze stirs the cherry blossom branches in the capital, Lachlian embraces the breath of new life once again. Avril and Lucian walk side by side up the petal-strewn stone steps, delivering a new batch of condolences to the "Rift Healing Institute". They discuss with doctors and mental healers the addition of "Warm Heart Dormitories" to ensure the night-time peace of those being healed."Your Highness," Lucian brushes a fallen petal from her shoulder, his voice gentle, "these Warm Heart Dormitories will ease the cold in their hearts, just like the warm fire after last night's rain."Avril turns with a smile: "Wherever warmth is needed, I shall go in person. Just as you are to me—not only the commander of the Fire Riders, but also the eternal warmth in my heart."
In the courtyard of the healing institute, snow lingers while cherry blossoms have fallen. Avril personally unties the restraints of a severely traumatized person, speaking softly to her as she navigates the darkest memories. Lucian stands by, checking the guards' vigilance, but is stopped by two healers who tearfully present him with "Snowflake Medals" in pure gratitude.Avril holds up the medal, lifting it to the sunlight: "This light is the trust and courage you have regained." The healers cheer in unison, and Lucian watches silently, his eyes full of tenderness.
In the afternoon, in the royal study. Prime Minister Gu and Eirea finalize the location and construction funds for the "Warm Heart Dormitories" with them. Suddenly, a report comes: "Remnants of the 'Ice Dream' cursed artifacts have been found in the abandoned Purgatory Tower in the northern suburbs. It is feared that remaining followers intend to revive the illusions."Avril clasps her hands in thought: "Illusions arise from the heart. Fire can extinguish them, but we also need fiery love to melt the barriers of the heart. Lucian, you and Mei Xia will investigate secretly this time, and join me in supporting the border healers, filling every corner with the most genuine warmth."Lucian understands and accepts the order: "Your servant will immediately dispatch Fire Riders and shadow guards, bringing the warmth of spring."
As night falls, the Spring Pavilion in the imperial garden is lit with warm birch lamps, surrounded by light pink cherry branches and herb bouquets. Avril changes out of her court dress, wearing a light silk embroidered robe, like a cherry blossom swaying in the spring breeze. Lucian approaches slowly, holding a cup of herb-infused hot wine, its aroma mingling with the scent of flowers.He whispers: "Your Highness, this wine warms both body and heart. Take a sip, and let all illusions drift away with the wind."Avril takes the wine cup, draining it in one go, warmth spreading through her body instantly. She touches his chest: "With this warmth, even the coldest incantations can be melted."
By the light, they nestle on the red wooden couch in the pavilion. Lucian bends to kiss her neck, his fingertips untying the embroidered buttons of her silk robe, her snow-white skin glistening like morning dew in the light. Avril trembles slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingertips sliding to undo the hidden clasps of his battle robe, revealing his firm chest.Her lips, tongue and fingertips wander over his body, from the badge mark on his heart to the ribbon at his waist. Lucian kisses her shoulders and neck deeply, his fingertips exploring the warm depths of her desires. The air of the spring night, like the heartbeat of all things coming to life, brings a long and fiery heat.
When all is quiet in the deep night, the shadow of cherry blossom lamps and the lingering warmth of candlelight interweave in the Spring Pavilion. Avril and Lucian sleep in each other's arms. She nestles against him, murmuring softly: "On this spring night, your presence is warmth enough. What need is there to fear illusions and rifts."Lucian kisses her forehead gently: "Your love is the unquenchable flame of my life, and the most solid barrier of the kingdom."The spring sings like a song, cherry shadows sway. In the spring breeze and flower rain of Chapter 85, they continue their deepest covenant: flames and ice dreams are soothed by this tenderness, transformed into unyielding trust and love.