Chapter 48

If the Bale Manor in Corsor was the epitome of elegance, the marquis's townhouse in the capital was an exhibition of poised masculinity, from the majestic chandeliers on the ceiling to the dark blue carpet on the floors.

Two pairs of shoes stomped down the hallway of the townhouse.

"Relax, Kieran," Ian said nonchalantly, following after him. "You knew it was love at first sight for me."

"That doesn't give you the right to ask for her hand!" Kieran shouted, irked by Ian's casual tone. "Camellia is still a child!"

Kieran was still stunned by the surprise announcement. He knew Ian had always been carefree, but he never could have imagined that a prince would act so rashly.

I would've never told him Camellia was my sister if I had known that!

Should I have returned to Cayen sooner?

Kieran had been determined to give Camellia her life back. He wanted to help her live a new life of freedom, away from her oppressive facade as a man.