
Bertrand ignored his handlers as he strode across the ballroom, determined to be introduced to the young woman.
As he approached, she turned to him and smiled. An expression that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Your Highness,” Lady Micah Erembour dipped a courtesy to him. “Where are your guards?”
Prince Bertrand stared at his spymaster’s daughter and almost forgot his own name.
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