Sibyl’s POV
We looked at each other for a few seconds and Nuri continued to patiently clean my body.
But I know the atmosphere between us has changed.
I regret saying that because it sounds like a complaint, even a request.
Nuri's family died because of the royal family, and it is not for me to complain in front of him about the life of a crown prince.
What happened today has nothing to do with Nuri. It was my father and servants who mistreated Doyle, not Nuri.
I bit my lip and stopped talking.
His large hands touched my body, and I could feel the calluses on his hands from his sword.
“Is that why you went to the palace today?” His voice was calm, and I could not tell his mood.
"Yes," I replied.
"Your brother -- how is he?"
Is he concerned about Doyle?
"He was sick, but the ser
