VLADIMIR
"You mean, you found Her Highness? Where? Should I send a rescue team for her? What do you want me to do?" Tristan asked in panic, pacing back and forth in my office. His anxiety was palpable, and he was desperate for guidance upon learning that Princess Taylor was alive.
I recounted the events after the incident and how fate had led me to discover her immediately after narrowly escaping death. However, I held back one crucial detail—her "lost memories."
"Sit down, Tristan. It can wait," I instructed, attempting to temper his frantic demeanor.
"What do you mean it can wait? You're the one who didn't believe that she was dead. Between you and me, you should be the most excited. Why do you act as if it wasn't a big deal? Have you moved on already?" he questioned, genuine surpris
