Certainly! Here's the next chapter of your webnovel, written in Lucien's POV,
The golden banners of Avaloria fluttered in the breeze outside the royal court, gilded threads catching sunlight like fire. Inside, however, the air was heavy—stifling. And I, Prince Lucien of Veridian and now consort to Avaloria's heir, stood in the middle of it, feeling like a stranger in a room that was supposed to be mine too.
The court chamber was vast, columns rising like marble sentinels, and the throne dais stood bathed in light. Alexander sat upon it with his usual effortless command—one hand resting on the armrest, his crown angled just enough to look accidental. I stood to his right, as I had for weeks now, my place symbolic. Decorative.
And I was beginning to hate it.
