Previous chapter:
Chapter 46: When Politics Meets Panic
Next chapter:
Chapter 48: Holy Power and Hyperactive Squirrels
PREVIEW
... ong>
The familiar crunch of gravel echoed under my boots as I dismounted, handing the reins to a waiting stablehand.
The butler and servants lined up in practiced precision, bowing deeply.
"Welcome back, Grand Duke Alvar."
I gave a curt nod, my expression unreadable as ever.
But in the center of them all, standing with her hands folded neatly, staring at me without even blinking, was Lady Selene Regulffsson—my mother.
Cold. Imposin ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























