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The Author's POV.
The breeze became hot to him. The once beautiful eyes of the princess annoyed him. He quickly, left her presence to find out if what she said was true. How did he miss it? A baron? No wonder the other prince looked at him differently.
He passed both Stryga and Sigurd. They were busy with the ladies but as soon as they saw him leaving, they stopped what they were doing and followed him. The princess stopped halfway. She did not pursue him anymore.
Azriel was relieved. He did not want her to see his other side. If not for her, he would have foolishly presented himself as a prince in front of everyone.
"Nonsense" he cursed as he removed his mask. The ground was covered with snow. His boots fought their way through. Many guards were walking up and down the lane he was passing.
If not for the mission, he would have kicked them all.
