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    Jett was their second prince, and now it was obvious they were here for him.


    Anxious and desperate, I cried out, “Jett, don’t worry about me! They’re after you—just get away!”


    The moment the words left my mouth, the man tightened his grip on my neck, his voice turning icy.


    “Your Highness, you have no other options. Either she dies, or youe quietly.”


    The pressure crushed my throat, and pain escaped in a choked gasp as my vision blurred.


    “I’ll do it! I’ll go with you!” Jett shouted immediately, his voice steady and full of resolve. “Just swear you won’t hurt her. I’ll do whatever you ask!”


    “Smart decision.” The man gave a mocking snort, pulling a small bottle of pills from his pocket and tossing it at Jett’s feet. “Your Highness, swallow this. It’ll guarantee your obedience. Otherwise…”


    He gave me a cruel smirk, leaving no doubt that if Jett refused to take the pills, he would end my life.


    Jett dropped his gaze to the bottle, a storm of emotions flickering across his face.


    After a moment’s hesitation, Jett stooped down, grabbed the bottle, and without a second thought, opened it and swallowed the pills.


    “No! Jett, no!”


    I stared in horror, feeling my heart crack as if something vital had shattered inside me.


    My eyes locked onto the movement of his throat as he swallowed. When he looked back up, his expression was calm, and he offered me a soft, reassuring smile.


    Just then, the three princes and Alden arrived.


    They charged into the grapery, immediately shing with the men dressed in ck.


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    Caught off guard by the sudden reinforcements, the ck-d attackers faltered, their formation breaking apart as they fell—some in, others wounded.


    “Retreat! Run!”


    Fear flickered across the leader’s face as he barked the order. He shoved me aside and fled, bleeding heavily.


    Alden moved to pursue him, but Bryan caught his arm. “Leave them. Jett needs help now.”


    I tuned out everything else and rushed straight to Jett, tears streaming down my face, my voice trembling.


    “Jett, are you okay?”


    He looked ghostly pale, his body swaying with weakness.


    Still, he managed a faint, sorrowful smile. “The pills are deadly… I’m afraid this time, I won’t make it.”


    Hearing him say that destroyed me.


    “No! Jett, please tell me what to do! You know how to make an antidote, don’t you? You’re amazing at it—you can create one!”


    Jett slowly shook his head. “There’s no cure for this kind of poison. I’m sorry for making you worry.”


    Tears blurred my vision as I wrapped my arms around him, my voice cracking under the weight of my sobs.


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