Chapter 57

THE night outside was chilly and cold in Deirdre. It was like an ice biting against one's skin. In the day, it remained warm and sunny. The air was fresh and as one could inhale without the smell of waxes and business apparels. Deirdre had that smell of trees, sea, and earth. Compared to Vestia which had an unpredictable weather, Deirdre felt refreshing.

Ciaran and his men were at the banquet for dinner with Hunter Lornn and Eric Travis. The room was closed down, with only the six of them sitting on a cushion and their food in front of them.

"Why don't you stay in for the night, Your... I mean, Young Master?" Eric asked, catching himself from referring Ciaran to his entitlement. Hunter and Eric knew that Ciaran was taking advantage of his hidden status and so, they went along with it.

The prince smiled gratefully. Although they were alone and locked down, they still prefer to call him in a noble's title. "The journey to Vestia is indeed far enough. I shall take you