NOVPUBChapter 1479: 665 Arrival of the Saintess_4 Chapter 1479: 665 Arrival of the Saintess_4 Seeing the four Silver Armor Guards kneeling before him, the prince smiled and said, “Please rise, your services will be needed in the future.”
“We swear to serve the prince unto death.”
Prince Brooklyn laughed and nodded: “You all can go except Ruanyu.”
After the others dispersed, Prince Brooklyn gestured to the seat across him: “Take a seat.”
“I dare not.”
Prince Brooklyn chuckled: “You dare to threaten me with a knife, is there anything in this world you won’t dare to do?”
Aubree Groove remained standing still.
“Actually, I admire your courage.”
Prince Brooklyn looked up, his eyes both black and deep, like thick ink, like an abyss without an end.
“Do you wish to stay by my side forever?”
His voice was very gentle, yet deep within it carried an undeniable dominance.
A wolf clad in sheep’s skin, finally showing its sharp claws.
Aubree Groove gazed back indifferently, facing the oppressive atmosphere without shrinking back in fear.
It seemed like she was never afraid of anything, always cool and calm.
Expectation filled Prince Brooklyn’s eyes, he knew she would refuse, he even guessed the words she would say.
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“Prince, the Silver Armor Guards vow to defend your safety until death.”
Prince Brooklyn was pleased with Aubree’s predictable response, he was genuinely happy.
At last, he thought, he had found someone who truly understood him in this world.
You wouldn’t know, but I understand you better than you do yourself.
An unexpected joy rose within him.
He knew he had fallen into the trap set by this person, but he did not mind, he was willing.
The path to the throne was a lonely one, he did not want to spend his whole life scheming.
The one who would spend the rest of her life with him would be the most beautiful woman in the world.
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That night, a shadow leapt out from the Prince’s Imperial Lodge.
Upon receiving the guards’ report, Prince Brooklyn, who was reading the gazette, casually said without lifting his head, “Let her go.” 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
Inside the Imperial Lodge, Randa tosses and turns, unable to fall asleep.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
She fiercely punched her pillow in frustration.
“Julius Sutton, you’re killing me.”
Then she made a pitiful face: “Why don’t you like me?”
A soft sound came from outside the window, followed by a shadow that quickly entered.
Randa instinctively grabbed the dagger hidden under her pillow and closed her eyes pretending to sleep.
Recognizing the familiar scent getting closer, Randa joyfully opened her eyes, tossed the dagger aside, and jumped onto the intruder, saying: “I knew you wouldn’t abandon me.”
The person just stood still, letting Randa wholeheartedly throw herself onto them.
Randa grumbled a bit, her hands roamed about the person’s chest, and then she suspiciously said, “You seem to be doing well in the Silver Armor Guards.
Your chest muscles have developed a lot!.”
As she was speaking, she even playfully squeezed them.
The more Randa felt, the more she felt something was off.
She looked up at the person’s face close by, masked with a cloth, only a pair of pitch-black eyes were showing.
“I’m sorry.”
Randa felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her.
She sat down heavily on the bed — frozen.
“I didn’t mean to deceive you, Princess.
I’m sorry.
You’ll meet a man that deserves your forever.
I wish you happiness.”
Randa lunged forward, pulling off her mask, then her hat.
A cascade of black hair fell down.
She clearly hadn’t disguised herself that night.
Her feminine features were on full display—a beauty even Randa could not help but marvel at.
For a long time Randa didn’t speak, just stared at the extremely beautiful face before her.
Obviously, she was younger than she appeared to be, but her eyes held a myriad of experiences and stories.
At the moment, all those eyes held were immense apologies.
Suddenly, Randa embraced her, excitedly saying: “You’re a woman.
You’re really a woman.
Now I don’t have to be troubled anymore!”
Aubree Groove was taken back: “Princess!”
Randa’s voice overflowed with obvious joy, “What I like is you the person, regardless of gender or age.”
Randa deeply inhaling the scent of her body, contentedly said: “Do you know how much I despise those smelly men?
They think they’re all that, that all the women in the world should revolve around them.
Even being a princess did not spare me from becoming a tool they show off.
The moment I realized I liked you, I was terrified.
I was afraid that you were no different from those smelly men.
But love won over my fear.
I thought that if one day you betrayed me, then I’d just kill you and then kill myself.”
“But you’re a woman!
All those worries and concerns are now gone.
I’m amazed by your beauty, but I love your soul even more.”
