C146 Knowing the Length of the Sword and Its Depth

Dusk had settled in.

Amelia had been waiting patiently.

She waited for the rest to succumb to sleep.

She couldn't discern whether Prince Doyle was deceiving her or simply revealing his feelings unwittingly, but she was certain she needed to depart.

She wasn't naive; she recognized the truth in Doyle's words.

No clever person would fabricate a lie so easily debunked upon scrutiny