Chapter 72 SAGE

Holt, was quick to remove his arms around me when he heard This' deep and baritone voice. I haven't turned to look Titus, who was probably standing behind me. But seeing the fear in Holt's eyes, I have a good guess that he was standing close by. "Your Majesty, it's not what you think," Holt was quick to defend himself.

"Go on. Holt. Tell me, what do you think I am thinking?" he replied with his usual domineering presence that can intimidate

He hesitated and couldn't answer immediately. I can see panic in his eyes as he tried to come up with an explanation. Though he doesn't really need to explain anything

To save Holt from the intensity of His Majesty's stare, I stepped in, my voice steady despite the way my heart raced in my chest. "We're not doing anything inappropriate, if that's what you're asking. Your Majesty

Titus's gaze flicked briefly to Holt before settling back on me, his dark eyes narrowing, "Is that so?" he replied, his voice as cold and sharp as ice, each word laced with an edge that could freeze anything in its path.

The space between us seemed to shrink under the weight of his displeasure, the temperature in the hallway dropping as if his very presence could alter the atmosphere. I fought to hold my ground, refusing to let his icy demeanor rattle rue. But deep down. I could feel the familiar grip of his power curling around me, testing my resolve

"Yes," I answered, my tone calm but firm. "We were only talking!

Titus took a step closer, his towering form casting a shadow over us. His eyes flickered with something dangerous-a barely concealed storm brewing beneath the surface. Talking, you say? he repeated, his gaze darting once more to Holt, who still stood silently, head bowed in submission.

his fear. Titus's authority was absolute, and everyone in the palace knew it.

finally, his tone no warmer than before. His gaze shifted back to me, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he were measuring

the subtle warning buried within them. I clenched my hands at my sides, willing myself to remain

same household. His sister's life was at stake, and I'm only here to offer him comfort," I explain despite my earlier claim that I had nothing to explain. I

silence stretched on for what

he spoke. "Comforting the enemy?" His gaze

air like a blade. "Comforting the enemy?" he repeated, his words sending a cold shiver down my spine. The weight

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not an enemy. His park has done nothing but remain

the word tasted wrong on his tongue. Didn't his father dare to deceive me! He sent another man's daughter to seal the treaty instead of

off him-the raw, seething fury that lingered just beneath the surface of his controlled exterior. For a moment. I thought that was all he

balled into fists, the tendons standing out sharply against his skin. "She used magic to make me believe she was destined

his anger filling the space like a storm ready to break, and I found myself holding my breath,

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