The Exalted Prince Lives Again

’Those eyes.’ An exhilarating chill ran down Oliver’s body, his warrior spirit getting fueled.

’Something happened to the Prince yesterday, resulting in a personality change, and I would need to investigate.’

"I don’t even know her name, Oliver. How am I supposed to take her as my wife?" Lucien had allowed the maid to finish styling his hair, and he was no longer glaring at him.

"What do you mean, you don’t know her, your highness?" Oliver squinted his eyes, walking in front of him.

Lucien flinched. ’What did I miss now?’

"You were both given each other’s dossiers. Don’t tell me you—"

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"What are you talking about, Oliver. Of course, I did." Lucien lied, his voice smooth, "You dare put such allegations on me?"

Gulp!

’Curse you, old Lucien.’ He mumbled under his breath, his expressionless face almost faltering.

Oliver blinked, not expecting the Prince to double down.

"It’s good then." Oliver shrugged, backing down slightly. "At least you would be prepared for tonight."