Alexander’s POV I was wrapping up documents in my study, and again and again, Mira’s face flashed through my mind. The cold way she had looked at me—and the warmth of her gaze when she looked at the Royal Commander, the king now—hurt more than a dagger ever could. Of course, he was Mr. Perfect, who never made mistakes, a saint, an angel himself, nothing compared to me— I ran my hands over my face, trying to shake the thoughts, but they clung like shadows. I hated myself for letting it happen, hated that I had let pride and fear dictate my words, and now Mira was paying the price. “Stop ranting. You lied to her about your past with Grace,” Velkan growled in my mind. “I was intimate with Grace five years ago. It does not matter now. The past is the past,” I replied, brushing my fingers through my hair, though my voice sounded hollow even to me. “You still chose to lie to her instead of coming clean. She would understand,” Velkan shot back. “So smart of you to judge. So tell me, w
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