Luca's gaze didn't leave Enzo's as he spoke with low, firm authority. "Alright. I'm coming."
Enzo nodded once and stepped back, silently slipping out of the room like a ghost.
The door clicked shut, and Luca exhaled slowly. He turned—and saw it.
The flicker in Alessia's eyes.
Not just fear.
Jealousy.
He crossed the room in two steps, cupping her face with both hands. "Look at me, my queen."
Alessia blinked up at him, lips parting, her heartbeat loud in her chest.
"I will handle it," he said gently. "You have nothing to fear. You hold my name, my loyalty, my heart. Trust me."
A single tear slid down her cheek. He kissed it away.
"I trust you," she whispered.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good girl."
A gentle caress down her cheek. One final glance. Then he turned and walked away, composed and commanding.
By the time he reached the discussion chamber, Luca was all steel.
