“Your name is Sarang, right?” A soft, gentle voice broke through the quiet.Sarang turned to find Lysandra standing behind him, her cheeks flushed and temper mellow.“Your–”“No need for that.” Lysandra interrupted, holding up a hand to stop him from bowing. “I’m a guest here. Please, be at ease.”Sarang hesitated, then straightened. “Is there anything you need, Your Highness? The young master isn’t home.”“I know. It is not Prince Nathaniel I’m looking for. It’s you.”“Me?” Sarang echoed, blinking in surprise.“Yes, you.” Lysandra stepped closer, her expression sincere. “I apologise for how I behaved when we first met. It was unladylike, and I hope you can forgive me so we can start anew.”“You do not have to apologise or seek my forgiveness.” Sarang replied politely. “You’ve never wronged me, Your Highness.”“I should. You are Prince Nathaniel’s childhood friend and closest companion. Uncle Lucian said you grew up together, so you’re practically family.”“I suppose so.” Sarang repli
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