Samael carried her straight towards the third prince's quarter, which was left untouched for a long time.
"Fabian," Samael called out, upon sensing Fabian's presence behind him. "Call someone to prepare the bed."
"They already changed it and cleaned your quarters, my Lord. It seems His Majesty expected this outcome."
"Of course, he had that annoying foresight ability," Samael replied as he walked through the hallway leading to his bedchambers. "Tell Noah to postpone my visit to his mansion."
"My lord, you won't hurt her, right?" Instead of answering the duke's orders, Fabian inquired solemnly. "You didn't mean it when you said you accepted her death, right?" He observed the corner of Samael's eyes but couldn't tell what the Duke was thinking.
Fabian had already considered the worst outcome that could have happened to Lilou during her stay in the palace, but Samael guaranteed him Stefan wouldn't hurt her. (For a reason Samael didn't explain.)
