"Wait, what?"
It was all Nathalie breathed as he couldn't believe what the words came out of his mouth.
The statement alone was mind-blowing. The Grand Duke of the South, Nathan Kiel Forsberg, was the Commander of the Arctic Order—the Second Division of Knights in Blackwell Grand Duchy, Keith Alexander Dewlake.
Keith drooped his head, unable to contest his gaze out of the embarrassment he had. From time to time, he would shudder, then shook his head.
Right after having a sumptuous breakfast, Keith set aside the tablewares to the trolley, and he averted his gaze for quite some time now.
His gestures remained calm and collected, but there was no denying the deep breaths and few beads of sweat now trickled on his forehead.
It was time to prepare for tea.
Meanwhile, Nathalie never let go of her scrutiny as she wasn't able to get over it.
