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“She made him change his mind. It happens all the time. Don’t be such a buzzkill,” Sofia remarked, laughing.

“He had no plans of getting married?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

“He didn’t. Despite having worked here for years, we don’t know many things about Sir Eduard. But everyone knows his stance on the thought of marriage. He said nothing could make him think of marrying a woman.”

I laughed off my surprise.

“Maybe he’s more interested in men.”

“I’m sure that’s not the case,” she mentioned, chuckling. “Anyway, I’m glad you won’t be trying to escape from us again.”

“How did you even know I tried to escape?”

“Many of Sir Eduard’s men eat here, you know?”

“Right.”

“When did he ask you? And where? Was it in the garden?” Sofia rushed.

“It wasn’t anything romantic. You have nothing to look forward to,” I answered.

Her crestfallen expression was almost amusing.

“Clear the sink, Sofia. You can pester Marielle later,” Agatha directed, before turning to me again. “So, what is thissituation? I mean, the situation you mentioned was the cause of the marriage. Are you in any danger?”

“Yes. The marriage is more for protection than…actually, it’sallfor protection.”

I didn’t expect the grin that spread across Agatha’s face.

“So, when is the wedding?” Sofia asked without turning around from the sink.

“Next week.”

“So soon! Wow! There’s a lot to do,” she clamored.

“It’s not a whole affair. Just the court, and that’s all,” I pointed out.

***

I almost headbutted Ruslan; he was standing at my door as I stepped out.

“Sorry, I was just about to knock,” he explained, chuckling.

“I’m glad you’re not saying that sorry to a collapsed Marielle.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He brought out a phone from his pocket.

My phone.

The sleek, hot pink case shone in my face as he handed it to me.

“I thought he—”

“He asked me to give you this this morning,” he revealed, a small smile on his face. “After he told us that you two were getting married.”

“Oh?”