"For Irene."
"For Irene"
They said it all together.
"I saw Irene crying earlier, so I wanted to give her my handkerchief," Sasha added, glancing at the unfamiliar boy.
His height was only up to Cedric's chest, while Cedric, as a fifteen-year-old child, was quite tall. However, Cedric's height couldn't intimidate Sasha in the least. He would only feel intimidated by a man who was taller than King Ronan or Kael. A geeky teenager like Cedric wouldn't frighten him.
"Can you give this to Irene?" Cedric asked William politely.
William glanced at the two white handkerchiefs before and grabbed them at once.
"Princess Irene already has her own handkerchief. You two get out of my sight. I will take these and burn them when I get to the palace," said William, who still couldn't get rid of his annoyance.
