Chapter 68 - Sixty Eight

Chapter 68: Chapter Sixty Eight

The quiet old post inn on the east road was just as Delia remembered it from the day before, only now she walked into it with a sense of dread rather than confusion. She saw him immediately, sitting at a secluded table in the corner, a glass of wine untouched before him. Duke Philip was the mirror image of his brother—the same dark hair, the same strong jawline—but his eyes were colder, and a shadow of bitterness seemed to cling to him.

She approached the table, and he stood as she neared, a polite but cool gesture.

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