A burst of masculine yet light laughter echoed in the hallway as the figure—who is a man—pulled away from me. His fingers lingered on my arm to steady me. They felt so strong and warm. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his breath warm on my ear. My cheeks heated as I forced myself to look away from his jawline which was so sharp and defined, into his eyes. They were blue…just like Reginald's. Could he be…? Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, Bernice's warning echoing in my head: Stay away from the royal family members, they could be very hostile to strangers. Some part of me couldn't help but feel this guy was different. I mean, he hadn't stopped smiling at me. His smile was so genuine that his eyes crinkled at the sides. Clearing my throat, I tried to sound polite. “No, please, it was my fault. I should have watched where I was going. I’m sorry.” I bowed my head, hoping he would leave me alone. No luck there. He shook his head, making the long black curls on his head bounce. "Don’t b
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