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    But before he could get close to Christina, Dn stepped in, stone-faced, blocking his path.


    “Why are you blocking me?” the young Prince asked, visibly irritated. “I was only trying to hug her.”


    “You’re a grown man. There should be boundaries,” Dn responded, his tone monotone.


    “Are you joking? I’m just thrilled! It’s just a simple hug!” The young Prince’s mood soured immediately.


    “If you’re desperate to express excitement, feel free to hug me instead,” Dn’s tone cut like ss.


    The young Prince rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no thanks. Hard pass.” He loathed physical contact. Aside from his rtives, Christina, Pe, and Ashton were the only exceptions.


    “Then return to your seat and stay put,” Dn said with icy calm.


    Truthfully, Dn had no desire for a hug from the Prince either. But if the alternative meant giving up Christina to the Prince, he would rather suffer. That snapshot…


    Christina wrapped in the young Prince’s hold shed across Dn’s mind. His icy stare remained fixed on the young Prince’s fingers. One thought crossed his mind: Should he go for one wrist or both?


    The young Prince tried to slide around Dn, but that chilling expression made him pause. Briefly. Especially when he noticed Dn’s eyes locked directly on his fingers, like crosshairs.


    Despite his royal status, the young Prince suddenly felt like a pawn in someone else’s game. Just like that, he retreated, flopping into his seat with a scowl. It was alright, he consoled himself. Another opportunity to embrace Christina would surelye. Christina was his mentor; if he wanted a hug, no one would stop him. To him, Christina, Pe, and Ashton were like family. As he sat down, the Prince shot Dn a re that could freezeva. That man definitely had intentions toward Christina. Sure, Dn was a vast improvement over that idiot Brendon, but still, back off. He figured he needed a n—something clever to bring his mentor to Eighshire, away from this sketchypetitor.


    While the young Prince was plotting, Dn was silently scheming as well—how to im Christina’s affection permanently. So far, everything Ralphy had advised had been a total flop.


    An odd bit of advice popped into Dn’s mind, something he had once read online. ording to the article, winning someone over began with a good meal. Maybe that approach was worth another shot.


    Just then, the Prince paused for a moment before trying to make his tone sound casual. “Tiana, when do you n to travel to Eighshire? What about settling down there?”


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    He genuinely wished his beloved mentor would stay nearby.


    Only the words “settle down” seemed to reach Dn’s ears, causing a tight knot in his chest. Would Christina even consider that possibility?


    A calm facade was all Dn could manage, even though anxiety buzzed beneath the surface. With practiced ease, he snuck a nce at Christina, quietly hoping for her rejection.


    A soft smile appeared as Christina replied, “I’m not looking to live overseas right now.”


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