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"Your Grace! Your Grace! Just stop for a moment!"

Celia refused to turn towards the voice calling for her. She kept walking quickly, almost running despite her high heeled shoes.

"Celia, please!"

She smiled slightly. So now he finally felt comfortable discarding her royal title?

"Celia, don't shut me out like this!" She felt a hand grabbing at her arm. "I know you're angry at me, but just let me explain!"

"There's nothing to explain. You did what you thought was right, despite me begging you not to. You obviously think you know better than me about my own life. But don't worry. I'm used to men disregarding my feelings and doing whatever the hell they want instead." Celia shook off his grip and kept walking, forcing her eyes to remain fixed straight ahead.

If she so much as glanced at Lucas, she feared her self control would collapse entirely.