---- Agh tips? From you.


    No please.


    Maybe we will start with some feminine clothes.


    What about dresses? It would bring out your curves-" Agh shut up you Pervert! she shouted, snatching the bandages.


    T''ll do it myself1 Suit yourself, Stalker, Damien said with augh, holding his hands up in mock surrender.


    As he stepped out of the tent, he couldn''t help but chuckle, though the memory of her flushed skin and that tiny mole on her lower left breast shed unbidden in his mind.


    His amusement faded.


    His fists clenched, and his jaw tightened as the weight of her impending fate loomed heavy over him Damn him.


    What is he thinking.


    Of course he can''t think about her that way.


    She was his stalker...but for the world she is going to be something way more than it.


    ---- Chapter 491 The sacrifice The very thought made a heaviness to settle in his chest.


    Dread He wished he could interfere in this, but he couldn''t.


    This was moon goddesses will.


    And he was too small, too insignificant to change it.


    ---- Chapter 492 Alexia stepped into Adrians room, her hesitant footsteps muffled against the thick rug.


    The room was alive with voices, the scent of parchment, and a lingering smokiness from a nearby brazier.


    A council meeting was in progress.


    Heads turned toward her as the door creaked open, and for a moment, the room fell into a stunned silence.


    She immediately bowed, her voice soft yet firm.


    Lam sorry...for disturbing.


    I wille backter.


    She turned on her heel, ready to escape the suffocating tension, but Adrian''s voice cut through the air like a de, halting her mid-step.


    No, Alex.


    Wait.


    His tone left no room for argument.


    Gentlemen, let''s continue thister.


    Of course, Lordie, one of the men said, while others nodded, murmuring their assent.


    ---- Alexia froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.


    He dismissed them...


    for me? er shock was palpable as she bowed respectfully to each man who passed her on their way out.


    Some bowed in return, their gazes lingering curiously on her.


    Come, Alex.


    Settle down.


    Adrian gestured to a seat across from him.


    How are your injuries? Better, Lordie.


    Thank you for asking, she replied, her voice careful, as though walking a tightrope.


    Alexia took the seat he offered, awkwardly folding her hands in herp.


    Her smile was thin and uncertain, while Adrian leaned back, his fingers pressed together as if in prayer.


    He studied her for a moment, the weight of unspoken words resting heavily between them.


    How was he supposed to tell her? The truth would shatter her, yet it was a truth she deserved to know Alex...


    His voice softened, heavy with regret.