The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic

Kael was heading towards the room when Lydia stepped in front of him, her usual cold, emotionless gaze meeting him.

"Take me with you."

Kael stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes. "Why?"

"It’s dangerous," he stated, watching her closely.

Lydia remained unfazed. "I can’t live in the estate without you."

Kael almost stumbled at those words. If she hadn’t been so expressionless, he might have thought she was confessing. He crossed his arms. "Why?"

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "I need to repay you. Not the others. So I must serve you. Besides... I feel uncomfortable here without you?"

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Kael’s expression darkened. "Did the old man have a hand in this?"

Lydia hesitated again, then nodded.

Kael exploded seeing this.

"FUCKKKKK!"