“Your Majesty, is it the young lady from before?”

“Yes.”

Ivan’s mind spun erratically, his breathing growing heavy. Basil noticed the slight change in his aura.

“I never thought of this… I… I did not expect that we would meet like this…” His body shivered, albeit momentarily. Ivan straightened his clothes and wiped the sweat from his palms in his bottoms before proceeding to sweep his hair back.

Basil stared in wondrous curiosity. “Your Majesty, what’s your connection to Count Kenboe? I know you’ve met the Count in the royal place a few times. Oh, come to think of it, the Countess was of royal blood from Coulson…”

Then, at...