The memory of Adrian, so obsessed with painting Ines's portrait, filled him with a displeasure he could not contain, and his hand tightened of its own accord. As a result, one corner of the map in his hand crumpled sharply.
Ines had few people close to her. At most, there were the Imperial Consort and her personal maid, Marie.
That was why it was all the more unpleasant.
Scenes flashed through his mind of Ines, so cautious and so uneasy with people, seeming to shield him in particular.
"Damn it."
He had ignored the man until now, since his origins were so lowly that even being wary of him seemed laughable, but thinking back, he had always grated on him. Cedric spat out a curse.
To be jealous of Adrian, of all people, a man under his own patronage, struck even him as unseemly.
Why was it?
Ines,…
This chapter is locked
Unlock it for 4 Novaras. Sign in or create a free account to keep reading.
Anna
Comments
Sign in to comment