"Does that warning not apply to Your Highness as well?" Xenia countered, holding his gaze. "No one will tolerate your interference for long. In seeking to expose them, you will only end up making dangerous enemies of your own."
August offered no reply, turning abruptly and heading into the rest house. As he walked, a sudden memory surfaced, the exact manner in which Liliana had first approached him on the day they met.
Slamming the door of his suite shut behind him, he crossed the room and sank heavily into the recliner. He rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes as the past resurfaced, every detail still vividly etched in his mind.
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Xenia washed the kitchen utensils, her mind consumed by Prince August's warning.
She found herself wishing he would remain in town longer, though she could not fathom why.
Even stranger was the quiet urge growing within her. It was a sudden desire to offer him her help.
