Alexander’s throat constricted, and his gaze was complicated. It took a while for him to squeeze out, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?” Zephyr arched a brow and said through gritted teeth, “I don’t need your apology. I just want to know the truth!

“It’s my wedding today. I wanted to give my wife a warm and pleasant memory to look back on, only for it to turn out like this. My son nearly got hurt!”

“Sorry, I’m really sorry…” Alexander was crestfallen but could only apologize anxiously now. He did not know how to mention the royal family’s secret, but he did not want Zephyr to be unhappy.

Even though he was not the one standing next to Zephyr, he still wanted to do his all to make him happy.

Remus told him softly, “Your Highness, Princess Lene got a sedative shot and has gone to sleep. The guards have sent her back to the west palace.”

“Alright.” Alexander’s reply was weak.

“Your Highness!” Remus was anxious. “Aren’t you going to ask who let her out?”

he took a deep breath and clenched his hands into fists. He knew as much. Who else could it be other than his arrogant sister, who had

was how to explain it to Zephyr when a proper wedding turned into this

Aurelia’s hurt!” Neil walked to him with anger simmering in his eyes. “Like Zephyr, I’d like an

the scare, although Zuko had stopped crying, feeling enough security in his mother’s

still being

step forward to ask with furrowed brows, “Your Highness, pardon my straightforwardness… The lady just now isn’t

servant used on her. It’s a huge dose… It’s obvious that it’s

licked his dry lips. “Mr. Irwin, do you have any

but I’ve never seen her and don’t know how she’s related in the palace… Your Highness, can you detail

contemplated and nodded

continue enjoying the banquet while he took Cordelia, Zephyr, Rowan, and Neil to

won’t ask her over.” Alexander turned to them. “I know you want an answer, but even I’m lost. I can only tell you

arms and nodded lightly after exchanging a glance

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