She shot him a haughty glare before stalking off. He straightened his clothes, crumpled from all her yanking, and swiped at his wet lips. His mood plummeted. He had no desire to return to the banquet, but he knew he had no choice. Anyone who had seen him leave might think he was enjoying a tryst with the woman, and there was a high chance one of those people might be Maximilian Croyso.
Under the Oak Tree
Fantasy · Suji Kim
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