"But you liked him once; he is hoping to have you." The prince closed his eyes and passed by her. The rascal Lug was threatening him. He couldn't think well or continue talking to her over her emotions. He didn't expect her anything anymore. How could she like that masked devil? He needed to convince himself.
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Lyra returned to her room, took off her boots, spreading on her bed she buried her face on her pillow. She couldn't get free of what she just told him. Suran got disappointed. She saw how the prince shattered.
She crept out of the bed and rushed out to her balcony, but no cool air could help her to get rid of that madness. The curtain hit her from behind as the breeze below and forced it. Her palms felt the cold small piers. Her head was down, squeezing her eyelids to wash up that image.
