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Haven quietly placed his hand over mine. His gaze remained solely fixed on my eyes, still he effortlessly found and clasped my hand without fumbling.
His touch against the back of my hand was warm, as always. Enjoying the pleasant warmth, I remembered how Haven had never failed to grasp me accurately. Whether under the table or in the darkness, his touch was always precise and warm.
Was this also a talent of a sword master? For a moment, I thought maybe I should have learned to use a sword.
As his warm hand brushed over mine, Haven parted his lips as if to speak, then closed them again.
I wondered what he trying to say for such hesitation, but after a long pause, he swallowed his words and got up.
“I will watch over you, Your Majesty, so please go to sleep. I will escort you back to your room.”
“No, it’s my turn tonight.”
“You have a long journey tomorrow. Please, you will wear yourself out.”
“I can sleep in the carriage. You’re the one who needs to sleep.”
