By tradition, Drakon was the Crown Prince, so he and Vania entered the palace first. Lysander and I followed behind.He held my hand the entire journey. His palm was warm, and his touch brought me a quiet sense of safety. I stole glances at him from time to time.His face was handsome, his posture tall and straight. Dark brows like forged blades carried a cold edge. His deep eyes, like frozen pools, held a certain regal authority.Suddenly, his gaze met mine. I looked away quickly, my ears growing warm. The hand holding mine tightened slightly.Inside the palace, we parted ways to go to our separate chambers.Drakon, who had been laughing and whispering with Vania the whole way, suddenly stopped.He turned to Lysander, mockery dripping from every word."Third brother, let me give you some friendly advice. Watch your filthy princess carefully. Do not let her pollute the dragon royal bloodline."Vania tugged his sleeve with feigned innocence. "My prince, do not speak of my sister that wa
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