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2024-10-29 19:42:56Aston cleared his throat. "Well... then how about the two of us going for a walk tomorrow, Nathan?"
Nathan... Katherine repeated in her head silently and glanced at Nathaniel out of the corner of her eye. They had to be really close if he allowed the prince to use a nickname. Nathan sounds nice. Less formal and distant. Definitely not like a cold demon.
It was sweet but kind of dull in comparison. The sharp edges of 'Nathaniel' suited the earl better, Katherine decided. She didn't know when his cold demon side started to grow onto her. He wouldn't be himself if he suddenly turned nice and aimable. A nice and aimable Nathaniel... Katherine shuddered at the thought. If that ever happened, it could only mean one of two things: either he was possessed, or he plotted something really evil behind the scenes. Out of these possibilities, she would still prefer the first.
Nathaniel raised his brows. "Do you think you can arrange the meeting with lord Orvet that fast?" If
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