Chapter 201 “Your Highness?” “Eve.” Sylvestian’s pale blue eyes widened in surprise, while Brigitte’s eyebrows twitched with obvious displeasure. Eve snatched the sword from Brigitte and slid it back into Sylvestian’s scabbard. “What are you doing—” “Sir Millard is my responsibility.” “Yours?” It was a retort that stood in for, ‘How?’ To push through a promise that sounded like a...
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