"Idiots!" Lysander fumed, ending the call with a decisive snap.
Royal Estates.
Lysander had been sleeping in his master bedroom. He was on the brink of slumber when his bodyguard's call came through.
He rose, flicking on the light with a sharp click, and pulled on his clothes from the hanger.
His handsome face was as cold and unyielding as a winter's chill, enough to freeze the marrow in their bones.
A man had managed to spirit away Thalassa, using a classic diversionary tactic.
That man must be Leopold!
Did she want to elope with Leopold?
Images of his mother's determination to elope with Bruce and his father's futile pursuit that ended in a tragic car accident replayed in Lysander's mind.
His heart felt as though it was being squeezed by a vice, the pain making even breathing difficult.
He had never understood why his father couldn't let his mother go. Wouldn't it have been better for both of them?
Back then, he was too young to understand the intricate web of loyalties and grudges, love and hate between adults.
Now, he was thirty years old.
And he had met Thalassa!
It felt like history was repeating itself.
Now he understood his father's feelings.
Setting aside emotions.
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