The Prince's Arranged Marriage Chapter 101: The Hands That Offer Help

After the council man left, the room beca quieter.

Not because the world outside had gone still Lucien could still hear footsteps in the corridor, the low murmur of voices, the occasional scrape of a chair being dragged sowhere far away. But the rhythm changed.

The guard outside stopped shifting so much.

The breathing steadied.

Even the pauses between sounds grew longer, like the people holding him had decided it was ti to be more careful.

Lucien sat at the table this ti instead of the bed, because the table felt like territory. It made him feel less like a prisoner and more like a man who could negotiate.

The tray of food was still there. He ate enough to keep his strength up slow bites, asured sips. He refused to devour it like soone starving.

They wanted him to look weak. He wasn’t giving them that.

When the door finally opened again, it wasn’t the polite man who stepped through first.

It was soone else.

A woman mid-thirties, elegant even in plain clothing, hair pinned neatly, posture straight like she’d been trained to sit through a thousand court sessions without fidgeting once. She carried a folder under her arm, and her expression was calm in a way that almost felt... kind.

Almost.

Behind her ca the polite man, silent as a shadow.

The woman’s eyes landed on Lucien and softened slightly, as if she was genuinely relieved to see him upright.

"Your Highness," she said, voice smooth and respectful, "I’m Lady Seraphine."

Lucien’s brows lifted a fraction. "A lady."

Seraphine smiled faintly. "You sound surprised."

"I am," Lucien admitted. "Most of the people I’ve t in the last day have been n with very practiced grips."

The polite man didn’t react.

Seraphine’s smile widened just a touch. "Then allow to be the first person here to speak to you like a human being instead of a piece on a board."

Lucien studied her carefully.

That line was tailored to him. The kind of sentence designed to make him exhale, soften, lean in.

It nearly worked.

Nearly.

Lucien leaned back instead, keeping his expression pleasant. "If you’re here to offer kindness, I’m curious what you’re being paid for."

Seraphine didn’t look offended. If anything, she looked amused. "Direct. I can see why they call you difficult."

Lucien’s smile turned sweet. "They call worse."

Seraphine took the chair across from him without asking permission and placed the folder on the table. "I’m here because this situation doesn’t need to beco uglier than it already is."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "I didn’t start it."

"No," she agreed easily. "But you can decide how it ends."

Lucien let the words hang for a mont, then said softly, "So you’re the reasonable one."

Seraphine’s mouth curved. "I prefer ’practical.’"

Lucien tapped the table lightly with one finger. "Practical people usually want sothing."

Seraphine nodded as if he’d simply confird a fact. "Yes."

Lucien held her gaze. "Say it."

She opened the folder and slid a parchnt toward him.

Not the sa statent as before this one was shorter, cleaner, written with more care. Less "illness," more "rest." Less "withdrawal," more "reflection." It was dressed like humility instead of weakness.

Lucien’s stomach tightened anyway.

Seraphine’s voice remained gentle. "We want you to put out a ssage. A brief reassurance. Sothing calm."

Lucien didn’t touch the parchnt. "And in exchange?"

Seraphine spread her hands slightly. "In exchange, you remain comfortable. Safe. And this ends without public damage."

Lucien’s smile was polite, his eyes sharp. "Public damage to who?"

Seraphine t his gaze. "To you."

Lucien laughed softly. "That’s generous."

Seraphine’s expression didn’t change. "It’s accurate."

Lucien leaned forward a little. "You think you’re protecting ."

"I am," Seraphine said simply.

Lucien tilted his head. "From what? Alexander?"

Seraphine paused just a fraction, but Lucien noticed. Then she said smoothly, "From chaos."

Lucien’s smile turned thin. "Chaos is what happens when people think they can steal a prince and rewrite the kingdom like a ledger."

Seraphine’s eyes stayed calm. "You’re emotional."

Lucien’s brows rose. "I’m kidnapped."

Seraphine’s mouth curved slightly. "Borrowed."

Lucien’s gaze sharpened. "Interesting. That’s the sa word I used."

Seraphine didn’t deny it. She only tapped the parchnt lightly. "Read it properly."

Lucien did, silently, eyes moving line by line. The language was prettier. Smarter. More believable.

It was still a cage.

He looked up. "You want to validate the lie."

Seraphine exhaled softly, as if she’d expected that. "We want you to help the kingdom stay calm while things... settle."

Lucien’s fingers curled against the table edge. "Settle into what."

Seraphine smiled gently. "Into stability."

There it was again stability.

Lucien’s stomach twisted.

He leaned back, letting his voice soften into sothing warm and dangerous. "Do you know what’s funny, Lady Seraphine?"

She watched him. "Tell ."

"You’re speaking to like I’m persuadable," Lucien said quietly. "Like I’m the type of man who signs his own erasure because soone offers him a clean room and polite company."

Seraphine’s gaze didn’t waver. "People sign things every day to avoid pain."

Lucien held her eyes. "Then you don’t know ."

A small silence.

Seraphine’s smile faded slightly not into anger, but into sothing more honest.

"Your Highness," she said, voice still gentle, "you are loved."

Lucien went still.

Seraphine continued, "That is your strength. It is also the reason this can’t be handled like a crude cri."

Lucien’s throat tightened despite himself.

"Your husband will tear the palace apart," Seraphine said softly. "And if he does it publicly, Avaloria will bleed."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "So this is about protecting the kingdom."

Seraphine nodded once. "Yes."

Lucien’s laugh was low. "And who protects ?"

Seraphine’s expression softened again. "That’s what I’m trying to do."

Lucien stared at her for a long mont, then asked quietly, "Are you part of the council?"

Seraphine didn’t answer imdiately. She slid the parchnt back toward herself, neat as a teacher collecting a failed assignnt.

"I advise people," she said carefully. "I help them avoid choices that create disasters."

Lucien’s eyes sharpened. "So you advise the n trying to erase ."

Seraphine’s smile returned small, controlled. "I advise whoever listens."

Lucien tapped the table again, slower. "Who benefits from signing that."

Seraphine’s gaze held his. "Your husband gets to bring you ho without burning the kingdom down."

Lucien’s jaw tightened. "And the council gets to push their ’temporary guidance’ while I’m ’resting.’"

Seraphine didn’t deny it.

Lucien felt anger flare, hot and bright.

He swallowed it down and let it beco clarity.

"You’re offering a softer cage," Lucien said.

Seraphine’s voice stayed calm. "I’m offering you ti."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "Ti for what."

Seraphine leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. "Ti for your husband to calm down."

Lucien’s smile turned sharp. "He’s not going to calm down."

Seraphine watched him. "He will if you ask him to."

Lucien went very still.

"That’s why you need my statent," Lucien murmured. "Not for the people."

Seraphine didn’t answer.

Lucien felt cold settle into his chest. "You want to leash him."

Seraphine’s eyes softened almost imperceptibly. "I want to stop him from doing sothing irreversible."

Lucien swallowed hard. "You’re afraid of him."

Seraphine’s voice was gentle. "I respect what he is capable of."

Lucien leaned back slowly, breath controlled. "Then you understand he’s coming."

Seraphine t his gaze. "Yes."

Lucien’s voice dropped. "So you’re trying to get ahead of him."

Seraphine didn’t deny it.

Lucien stared at the parchnt again, then pushed it away with one finger like it disgusted him.

"No," he said simply.

Seraphine sighed quietly not frustrated, just... tired. "You’re making this harder."

Lucien smiled. "Good."

Seraphine’s eyes narrowed faintly. "If you continue refusing, they will stop sending ."

Lucien held her gaze. "And then what?"

Seraphine’s voice went softer. "Then you’ll et the n who don’t care if you stay comfortable."

Lucien’s stomach tightened.

He didn’t flinch, though. He lifted his chin. "Tell them to try."

Seraphine stood, collecting the folder. "I will."

She paused at the door, then looked back over her shoulder. "One more thing, Your Highness."

Lucien waited.

Seraphine’s voice was calm, almost conversational. "Do you know why they moved you so quickly?"

Lucien’s fingers curled. "Because Alexander was close."

Seraphine nodded once. "Yes."

Lucien’s pulse quickened. "He found the street."

Seraphine didn’t answer directly, but her silence said enough.

Lucien’s throat tightened. "So he’s searching."

"Yes," Seraphine said softly.

Lucien’s chest ached with relief so sharp it almost hurt.

Seraphine watched his face for a mont longer, then added quietly, "That’s why you won’t stay here."

Lucien went still. "What?"

Seraphine’s expression remained composed. "This is only one place."

Cold slid down Lucien’s spine.

He forced his voice steady. "How many."

Seraphine’s gaze lingered just long enough to be cruel, just short enough to stay polite.

"More than one," she said.

Then she left.

The door shut.

Lucien sat very still, staring at the blank wall again, but this ti the wall felt closer.

Not because the room had changed.

Because the plan had.

He swallowed hard, then pressed his fingertips to his lips one brief, private touch like he could pull Alexander’s last kiss back into himself.

Find , he thought again, sharper now.

And under it, the new truth that made his stomach turn:

Even if he does... they might move first.