[ Alina doesn't really know how to respond at first. She just stares at him for a long while.
Part of her doesn't believe him. But she remembers the day he arrived here from the train. He had been wearing an imperial uniform with the double eagle crest. He had told her he had been posing as a Lanstov. She had believed that, too. She had just bought it and believed he was Sturmhond.
But he wasn't Sturmhond. He was Sobachka. He was the second prince. The one she had never met.
She narrows her eyes, but she doesn't punch him. Not yet. ]
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Part of her doesn't believe him. But she remembers the day he arrived here from the train. He had been wearing an imperial uniform with the double eagle crest. He had told her he had been posing as a Lanstov. She had believed that, too. She had just bought it and believed he was Sturmhond.
But he wasn't Sturmhond. He was Sobachka. He was the second prince. The one she had never met.
She narrows her eyes, but she doesn't punch him. Not yet. ]
Why didn't you tell me?