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Prince Harry walked without even looking back at what was happening inside the Earl's office. The Countess was truly a thorn, a demanding woman. She was something else. But that did not matter. This was all but none of his business… yet still, in a way, he knew… indeed it was his business. If he truly liked Lady Victoria, the Countess would have no choice but to accept him as the son-in-law. And the fact that she sprang in, as if bitten by a poisonous snake, and spat out the words 'Who had proposed?' was something else. Really something else… What if he really had proposed? Would she bluntly tell him no? Would she bluntly seek him to leave?

"My apologies…" The voice was soft, right at the first entrance into the living room, away from the Earl's library's dark hallway.