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ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴇʀɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ, ɴᴏᴜxɪᴛᴏɴ ᴛʏʀsᴇɴ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ's sᴛᴜᴅʏ

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ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴇʀɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ, ɴᴏᴜxɪᴛᴏɴ
ᴛʏʀsᴇɴ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ's sᴛᴜᴅʏ

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𝐈𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐗𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚
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RUNNING FROM MY problems wasn't something I did, I was brought up to face them head-on. In this situation, however, a nagging voice kept appearing at the back of my mind, telling me how I should just stay away from what Dakota and Vera will be very soon.

As soon as those dreaded words slipped off my tongue, Dakota's eyes dulled, bringing him back to his usual stoic expression. Shoulders slumped, eyebrows furrowed, all the light had been drained from him as he simply nodded.

That's it? Frankly, I had been expecting an outburst, but if that was how he felt, then I was in no place to argue.

Twisting the doorknob, I made it one step out of his study before hearing him say, "Are you sure you want to stay there?"

"It's not permanent, I'll be back once the princess returns." I didn't hear a reply, so I shut the door behind me, slumping down against the wood with an aching heart.

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴇʀɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ, ɴᴏᴜxɪᴛᴏɴ
ᴛʏʀsᴇɴ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ, ɪxᴄʜᴇʟ's ʙᴇᴅᴄʜᴀᴍʙᴇʀs

The plan was to pack a few essential items, then leave by tonight as Princess Vera would be arriving in at dusk. I tossed and turned last night, not being able to fanthom the idea of her and Dakota spending time with each other. And everytime that feeling arose, I smothered it as jealousy was unnecessarily embarrassing, especially with two royals that were bound to spend their lives together.

"Lady Ixchel?"

Turning to the source of sound, I looked at the man who stood rooted at the door. His skin was a beautiful shade of caramel, ivory dark. Neat, cropped hair and chocolate coloured eyes were the physical traits I had visually picked up. His shoulders were broad and his stance resembled one of a fighter.

Then it hit me. It was the same man that had fetched me to see Dakota last night.

"Locke, hi." I gave a small wave. "And Ixchel is fine."

"Do you need help with your packing?" He asked to which I shrugged. Help was not really needed, but I guess I could use some company. Besides Dakota, there weren't many people I had the chance to talk to in Nouxiton.

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