Nichol was in his room, cleaning himself after his abruptly interrupted hunting trip. The sight of Kira half dressed being flogged in the middle of the royal hall still haunted his mind. From the moment he laid eyes on Kira, he felt something special. And it was enough to know her a little to be sure that he loved her deeply. But his own inability to keep her safe was beginning to weigh on his conscience. It was because of him that she was at court and because of him that she had been through all that. But letting her go didn't sound like an option. He was getting dressed when there was a knock at his door.
- Enter! - He said.
- Your Highness. - Said Mrs. Sarine entering the room, making a small bow.
- What is the matter?
- It's Madame Kira...
Nichol had barely finished putting on his
