This wasn't just some eccentric noble. This was a man with a crown's shadow hanging over him.
And just yesterday… she had thought of him as nothing else but a brute but now . . .
Then there came the sound of the library door creaking open.
Both girls froze in place as they heared the approaching footsteps and low murmur of voice that was unmistakably the butler's and the masked prince.
"Quick!". Peizhi hissed as they scrambled to return the letters, their hands fumbling in their panic. Xiliu even nearly knocked over a vase in her haste.
"We were just leaving!". Peizhi announced too brightly as the men entered, dropping into a hasty curtsy as her voice trembled. "The library is now clean, my lord."
The masked man tilted his head. Even through the carved wood, she felt his gaze boring into her.
"Is it?". His voice was calm, but something in it made her skin prickle.
