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Alphonso's disappears as the wind blows harshly in their skin, making Ridge's vision flicker of the sudden touch.
The Archduke did not expect his cousin would hit his back without sensing his flaming aura of wrath.
Archduke Ridge manages to correct his posture after getting out of balance due to Alphonso's blow.
Alphonso's presence blends well in the wind, and no one could ever spot him where he hides.
Preparing his defensive stance, Ridge bends his knees and narrows his eyes to examine the area. He prepares to block Alphonso's unpredictable approach.
At that moment, his mind couldn't visualize where Prince Alphonso would possibly launch his attack on him. So, he decides to stay calm and heighten his senses.
Rustles of the breeze sway the
