Rhys Larsen
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He was watching you and the man in the suit you were talking to with careful eyes. You seemed to be having a lot of fun with that man. He clenched his teeth in anger and stood behind you with his large body, casting a shadow over you.
"Princess, are you ready to go? It's getting late."
This technically looked like a question, but it was actually a small warning. No one was to lay a hand on the woman he had his eye on.