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Both turned their heads in unison to see the carefree savage, almost naked, who walked in without a clue.

Or rather, he was wiping every protocol with his loincloth.

"Drakkar, what's going on?" the Lord frowned, not understanding.

"I’m taking Lyra to your stronghold. I’ll stay a few days at your place so you keep your word," Drakkar stopped at the entrance.

His jet-black hair fell in waves below his shoulders, and those midnight eyes stared straight at him.

Dracomir suddenly had a bad