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on different levels, so it couldn't happen. He could only bond with a pure-blood mage. He passed ahead of us, and with a quick wave to his father, entered the carriage. I entered after him, sitting in front of him. As his protector, I had to be his shadow and be wherever he was. Something told me deep down that this could be a problem. The carriage continued to be followed by a front and a rear carriage. As we traveled the route to our destination, I watched every face and movement outside, always on alert. The first hour was full of silence, we had nothing to talk about, there were no words to be said. The day was slipping away, time passing. We chose less busy routes to avoid the hustle and bustle. And as the carriage moved, I felt his gaze on me. He seemed to continue watching me, his black eyes seemed hesitant, but I knew he was there. Analyzing me. His expression carried unspoken words, and that bothered me. It intrigued me. He was the prince. You could ask whatever you wanted, and I would be forced to answer. But in my life, there was nothing interesting that fueled the curiosity that sometimes appeared in his eyes. After hours of traveling, with the moon falling under the starry sky, we approached one of the inns where we would stay. It was a small town, the carriage stopped in front, and I got out first to check out the territory. There was very little movement and with the soldiers positioning themselves at strategic points, curious looks recognized the presence of royalty and whispers spread throughout the place. I remained alert, ignoring the noises offensive to me and quickly assessing that the environment was safe for the prince. As soon as I finished, I opened the carriage door so he could get out. The prince got out, and we followed him into the inn."Oh, what an honor to have you at our inn, your majesty!" The tone of irony and lust was evident in the voice of the woman who welcomed us. I looked at her with a si

e chest." Yes I have." He responded methodically, almost automatically. Making me arch an eyebrow in response to no one in particular. I went to the door and opened it, asking the soldier to go in search of something