Night had fallen.
Just as Anastasia had said, once the nobles in the royal palace learned that Fia, the First Princess, had returned, they swarmed in like bees scenting flowers. Every one of them was extremely concerned about her memory loss—some circled around it politely, others came straight out and asked bluntly.
In just one afternoon, Fia met with more than ten nobles. Unlike the young hangers-on around the Second Prince, these weren’t “noble candidates” or fringe figures; every single one of them was someone with real status and a proper title.
Among them were high ministers like the...
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