A week has passed, and not once has Elian crossed paths with Lucien.
He liked it that way.
He sat in his new room, feeling out of place as he stared around the furnished space.
He had been released from the infirmary last night, his wound having closed and healing properly, but sleeping down here wasn't the same. He felt empty sleeping in a room that wasn't next to Lucien's.
He sighed, wondering how Lucien had been, even when he knew he shouldn't think about him. The past week had been busy in the manor; everyone was occupied preparing for the engagement ball happening in a few nights, and Elian had been left in the infirmary to wonder just what happened to Lucien when he was just a boy, as Lysandra had stated.
His thoughts were suddenly disrupted by a knock on his door. He stood from his bed and walked toward the door, hating himself for imagining it was Lucien behind it.
