บท 180: Little Sister

In both paths Azriel had walked in his memories, Iryndra had never truly believed he was a prince.

Not that he blamed her. Under those circumstances, almost no one would have.

The truth was that Azriel Crimson was a prince whose face had never graced public eyes. Most people only knew of him through exaggerated rumors.

Azriel Crimson was famous in name but not in face.

He was perhaps the only child among the great clans who could walk unnoticed in a crowd. If, by chance, someone did identify him, awe wouldn't necessarily follow. The swirling rumors about him were too contradictory, too strange. People wouldn't know how to react.

But Iryndra wasn't like most people.

In fact, she didn't seem to care much about Azriel's princely status. While it had taken her time to accept that the "mister" she regarded as family was royalty, her behavior toward him had hardly changed.

Jasmine and Nol, however, had plenty of questions.