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Thirty Fifth Meeting
Sebastian wasn’t sure that the decision he had made was the right one. For the sake of tradition and his arranged marriage, he should give the order to bring Edward back, but he didn’t feel it was right to.
Edward was clearly happy in Switzerland. He was studying what he wanted and would live a free life without restrictions. He was also afraid that Edward would hate him if he forced him to come back to Albion.
“Is that your final decision?” Ryan questioned.
“It is,” he confirmed. “Has Queen Annelise left it up to me then?”
It was normally a decision his mother would make, but the fact that Ryan had asked him suggested that his mother had delegated the responsibility to him. She had started to involve him more in decision making recently.
“She did. I will pass your reply back to her. Remember to go and say goodbye to her when you’re ready to leave.”
Ryan left the room. Sebasti
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Edward knew his freedom in Switzerland had come to a drastic end. Sebastian wasn’t coming to visit him for a casual coffee meeting, he was coming to drag him back to Albion.There was no denying he was Edward Grey. Sebastian knew exactly who he was. He wouldn’t be able to claim he was someone else.“Sebastian, what are you doing here?” he asked.The prince glanced at Mark who took the hint and quickly left the coffee shop at high speed. Edward had to admire the efficient operation. Someone had mapped out his schedule and established that he frequented the coffee shop after lectures, someone had arranged for customers to be kept away and Sebastian had come to lie in wait for him.“You can’t have missed what has been happening in Albion,” his husband said.Edward took a seat next to him. There was no getting away from Sebastian so he might as well take a seat. He also wanted to talk to him.“I am
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