"Anya," Xion slurred the name. Even if it was just a word, it still left a bitter taste on both of their tongues.
The Northern lord knew countless names — but hers wasn't one he had heard before.
Or maybe he did, but it wasn't important enough to remember. Though now he was regretting it.
There was this woman who somehow managed to seduce his darling, and he had no idea about it. Not to mention, there was also Bianca, who was eying Xion as if he were some sort of prize to win.
Xion is mine. Always. With one smooth motion, the Archduke had pulled Xion onto his lap.
The drunk healer let out a surprised little squeak but didn't resist. He almost melted into the embrace due to his instinct.
After all, he was safest when he was with Darius.
A palm settled low around his waist, gently rubbing it. The Archduke was coaxing Xion to answer him. "Who is this ... Anya?"
