Chapter 277 — It cannot be.
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His eyes observed how Marianne and the Prince walked away. Close by the hold of his arm, the girl stepped tranquil and harmonious as their pace was quiet and measured by her natural speed.
The veins on his jaw had started to pop out at the strong clench he grinds his teeth with for how desperately infuriating it was for the obsessive devotedness the Young Master held for his mute sister whose delectable figure he had not been able to touch at their awaited reunion.
His hands cracked themselves discreetly to the need of violence against Zeleskiaz, whose presence had hindered his welcome to his adored sister and along with his words and attitude towards every member of the Sylfinnier present, his visit had become certainly a full-blown derision.
Mostly to himself and Theressa, who had gone silent after the direct rejection of the Prince and acceptance of their Father.