Evie’s Identity  

[BONUS]

"Father . . ."

At Evie's words, Ren stared at her in shock before he flicked his attention to the man again.

"Mr. Frizkiel. I have honored the laws and rules of this country. It was time you honor yours," Ragnar said in a formal voice.

Frizkiel? Ren rummaged his memory about that familiar name. And when he did, he bit back a gasp because if he was right, it was an old aristocratic family who ruled an entire island, an entire country named Frizkiel in the far north.

Then that meant that . . . Ren whipped his eyes at Evie, and the latter was seriously looking at her father, never meeting his eyes.

Was Evie royalty?

Marcus Frizkiel raised his hand, and all the men lowered their weapons and stood guard at the side.

Without acknowledging Ren's presence like he was invisible, he addressed Evie and said with a commanding tone, "It's time to go home, Evangeline. You have been gone long enough.