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When Thales re-entered the room, Lillian had already applied medicine to Golov and wrapped him up with fresh bandages.
"What is he doing here?"
With her hands still busy, Lillian frowned, glanced at the perplexed Thales, then towards Golov:
"Is this another one of your bodyguard duties? Looking after some noble's spoiled little master? Including when he visits the brothel?"
Golov glanced at Thales and subtly nodded, his expression nuanced.
Thales coughed.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Lillian? Actually, I am the second prince…"
Under Golov's terrified gaze and Lillian's doubtful look, Thales quickly added a word, smiling broadly:
"...'s attendant officer."
"Wyatt Cassel."
Thales faked a smile and, rubbing his hands together, retreated to a corner.
Golov exhaled a sigh of relief and bent his head to drink water.
"Wow, the prince's attendant officer," Lillian raised an eyebrow, her charm inadvertently radiating, "You seem quite impressive."
"Did you come here to play?"
