Irvan was paying much more attention lately to what I have come to be doing, what has arrived from others, especially after his actions from a year prior, “Leonidas is infatuated with you. Could it be you are as well?”
He looked at me with a sinister smile, one I have grown a costume to, “Prince Leonidas is of the Fenrisúlfr clan.
It’s morally unacceptable, Irvan.
You are well aware of that,” his smile stayed firm as he watched me, “well it’s clear he does, sad to see you do not, pity, using you to my advantage would have proven useful knowing Duchess Ina despises you, did you knew that?”
I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.
“The same would be said with the Prince of the Skoll clan. What was his name again?”
I started to make small talk to escape the current conversation.
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