I'm Not Sorry But The Prince Will Marry Me Anyway

Chapter 112

Tristan’s trip to the Blue Atrium, which was supposed to take half a month, ended much sooner than expected.

Father turned to the messenger.

“Has he returned bearing news of victory?”

“Yes, my lord. However, he sustained some injuries...”

“How severe? Is he conscious?”

Beside me, my sister awkwardly slid a cookie my way.

Was she... trying to comfort me? It’s okay, sis. It’s not like I was despairing over that fool.

Across from us, Percival smiled as if he were some magnanimous saint.

“Well, that is quite the relief. In many ways, it eases the burdens on all of us.”

But, of course, the messenger wasn’t done yet.

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