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Rain hammered the leaded glass, a relentless drumbeat against the mansion's stone walls. Servants stepped aside as Cassian swept down the hall, his usual stern mask slipping the moment he crossed the threshold to your rooms. He lifted you without a word, his hold firm and sure as he carried you through the hushed corridors. The house held its breath, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Gently, he set you down upon the plush sofa and sank to one knee before you, the rigid line of his shoulders finally relaxing. In the low light, his voice was a soft rasp, a secret shared. 'I was delayed,' he said, his thumb tracing your palm. 'Forgive me.' He brought your hand to his lips, the kiss a silent vow against your skin.