Thirty-Nine
“Who was that woman, some old love of yours?” Dak asked. “No.” “Who is she? Your uncle’s mistress?” “Don’t you dare suggest such a thing!” Jaron snapped. Dak stared at him in surprise. Clenching his jaw, Jaron tried to suppress his anger. “So, who is she?” Dak hesitated. “Princess Alexis,” Jaron sighed. “Thee Princess Alexis.” “Yes.” “The Milagrian Princess.” “Yes,” Jaron looked at him. “That Princess Alexis.” “You met her before,” Dak’s gaze narrowed as he studied his friend. Jaron grimaced but didn’t answer immediately. “Was it only one time, or more?” Jaron didn’t answer. He moved to the stable door to watch the guards patrol, waiting for an opening. “Jaron?” “I met her twice,” Jaron finally said, “once when we were only children and again a few years ago on Kesl
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