His voice was soft and gentle, almost caressing. It was nothing like the business tone he’d spoken to the Royal with. No, it almost sounded like he was speaking to his lover. My brows arched at that thought. It wasn’t just his voice that was tender, the look on his face was a reflection of pure longing. It was the kind of passionate look I imagined romance novels describing.Even in this wretched prison, he stared at her like no one else existed, no one but her.I was almost envious. I could only wonder what it felt like to have a man look at me like I was the most beautiful creature in the world. It would never be my reality though. That kind of treatment was reserved for pretty little flowers like Eliza and Lacey, not withered plants like me.I was stuck with my ever-one-sided crush on a man who saw me as nothing more than a sibling.Strangely, Eliza who usually threw fits when her servants accidentally brushed the fabric of her clothes, didn’t seem at all repulsed by his touch.Cou
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