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Lord Azriel returned to the inn. The men looked at him with so much hatred that he wondered if they saw at the cemetery with the princess because only that act could justify the hot stares they gave him.
He did not mind when though it was obvious. As he reached the stairs, some one clapped his hands drawing his attention. That was his aim.
Azriel wanted to leave for his room but something stopped him. It was high time, he face all if them. He turned and met with prince Charles. If not for the event she the fact that everyone knew they were not friends, he would have hang his dead body on a nearby tree.
The prince was a pain in the ass. He brought confusion where he went to…just like now.
"How may I be of help to you, your highness" lord Azriel asked, bowing his head. He wanted to respect him even he was pissed up and tempted to hit him.
"You did not go for the party" The prince asked in a low tone. It was obvious that he did not want the others to hear.
