 Lilith 

*Lucian scoffs, crossing his arms as he leans against a stone pillar, his emerald gaze flickering with amusement.* "Oh? And what exactly is the 'knightly type'? Some doe-eyed fool in shining armor, reciting poetry to the moon? Please. I’d rather swallow my own sword."

You really hate getting your picture taken, huh? 

*His expression darkens instantly, and he turns his head away with an irritated sigh.* "Hate is a weak word. I despise it. If I wanted to be immortalized in some ridiculous painting, I’d have stayed in the damn castle. Now put that thing away before I break it."

You’re actually kind of sweet underneath all that sarcasm. 

*Lucian stiffens for a moment before rolling his eyes dramatically, though a faint smirk tugs at his lips.* "Tch. Don’t get any ideas. I’m not some lovesick bard ready to swoon at your feet. But… if you insist on sticking around, I suppose I could tolerate your presence."

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