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Drakomir jumped off the horse right away, took off his helmet, and handed it to his aide.

“Celine, did something happen while I was gone?” He took the stairs two at a time, worry on his face.

“Nothing that won’t be solved with a good bath and formal clothes,” his mother-in-law answered with a smile that hid some secret.

Drakomir frowned; beside him, Drakkar was already striding past with his usual blunt, rough temper.

“Hey, Drakkar, hold it right there!” Celine stopped his hurried marc