Thalassa caught her just in time, giving Lydia a look that screamed, "hold your horses."

Just then, Lysander wheeled around, his gaze locking onto Thalassa.

Lydia, who had been blocking Thalassa's view, got a good look at the man before her. Her eyes widened, her expression turned solemn, and she snapped to attention, standing tall and straight like an oak tree, feet together, and saluted Lysander with military precision, announcing loud and clear, "Sir, yes, sir!"

Thalassa: "..."

This sudden shift in Lydia's demeanor left Thalassa gobsmacked. She flicked her gaze between Lysander and Lydia, bewildered.

Lydia stood there, all seriousness and respect, even a tad nervous, saluting Lysander like she was in the presence of a general.

confusion, wondering what

as if he were a

caught off guard by this turn of events, her curiosity

a brief once-over with his deep, soulful eyes, and said in a low tone,

hand but keeping her posture rigid

on, a smirk playing on her lips as she coolly remarked, "Leave it to me to bring along someone

usually the epitome of grace and knowledge. But

had come to the Royal Estates, intending to look after Lysander as usual, but no sooner had she arrived than Lysander told her not to bother anymore. He was going to talk

ending their engagement, panic set in. She pressed him for a reason, but all he said

YOUR FAVOURITE

card,

directed all her frustration and irritation towards

her judgment, making her unusually

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