"Thomas!" Exeter chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Put the sword away, would you? No need to frighten the ladies."
There was a glint of warning in his eyes, the calm before the storm.
"Miss, has this secluded, snowbound manor blinded you to the world outside?" Exeter's voice was smooth, laced with sarcasm. "Let me remind you—modern society no longer believes in curses."
Josephine bit her lip, tears welling up.
Without another word, Thomas stood and walked toward the door.
He paused briefly at my side, leaning down. "It's late, Your Highness," he said, his tone polite but firm. "Allow me to escort you back."
Josephine clenched her fists tightly, her eyes nearly ablaze with anger.
"Sure," I replied with a light smile, nodding to Exeter. "Goodnight, Exeter. I hope you're enjoying your s
