87 The Abandoned

Cecilia’s POV

After Emilia disappeared behind the stone wall, I withdrew my hand.

My palms and fingertips had gone pale from the blood loss, and I found the sight rather unsettling.

“Oh, my princess, such blood must hurt terribly,” a deep voice from behind me said, placing a hand over mine.

There was no one else who would speak to me in such a tone except that sorcerer.

I turned around. A seemingly ordinary guard stood behind me, but when he removed his helmet, his bright red hair shone under the torchlight.

“...What are you doing here?” I frowned, feeling a surge of irritation. According to the arrangement with Ulysses, he should be in the palace watching over my father, not disguising himself as a guard and following me to the Wolf’s Den.

“I couldn’t bear to be apart from you for so long, my princess.” Ulysses grasped my hand. Under my indifferent gaze, he kissed the wound on my hand.

“Ugh!”