GDC 118

‘How exactly am I supposed to repay her?’

It hadn’t sounded like a joke. He and Cecilia were far too distant for that. Still, a debt was a debt.

Tiern looked down at the handkerchief. The white cloth, embroidered with a yellow seal, still carried faint brownish stains.

‘It’s fine that the mark remains.’ Better that than losing it forever.

The handkerchief—and the trust that came with it—were both things he didn’t want to lose again.

He carefully tucked the Grand Duchess’s precious gift into his pocket and began to walk away.

Knock, knock.

It was one of those rare, peaceful evenings with no official schedule. I was lazily rolling around on the bed when a knock came—from the terrace.

‘No way…’

I went to the window and pulled the curtain open— and was met with a view of a broad, muscled chest pressed against the glass.

When I looked…