“Iota, this is absolutely not acceptable.”

Shirak exclaimed, grabbing the green satin belt with irritation.

“Lord Shirak, the deep green is the royal color and suits Prince Tarek perfectly, doesn’t it?”

Iota grabbed the green satin belt again and held it against Tarek’s waist, who stood in front of a large full-length mirror made of the same green satin fabric.

“Oh! How can you worship a sultan with such a backward view!”

Shirak snatched it from Iota’s hands again, lifting it high as if there was no chance.

Wearing a light lavender amapola upper garment and wide ivory-colored trousers that any man would never touch if it were not Shirak, he was sweating with a golden ruler around his neck.

If it weren’t for Shirak, it would be an audacious color and design that could never be pulled off.

Tarek, wearing a cobalt blue outer garment with striking patterns, sighed for a moment and lowered the turban on his head.

He had already changed clothes thirty times.

“I’ll have a drink of water and come back.”

But as if Shirak and Iota didn’t hear him, they were in a standoff, pointing to the numerous clothes laid out in front of them.

“These are not clothes to seduce others but to sell! No matter what others say, the main customers for men’s clothing are men, Iota. It has to catch the eyes of men to become popular!”

“The ones who know men’s eyes best are women.”

“No, men understand men the best!”

Tarek left the room, filled with heat and beauty, and headed to the small refreshment room adjacent to the Makhalli Atipisium.

“Ah…!”

As Tarek suddenly entered, Arist, who was waiting, was so surprised that he rubbed his head.

“Enough. Bring me a drink.”

Feeling a suffocating frustration, he sighed deeply and sat down on the sofa in the middle of the reception room.

In the past, he would have gone hunting or competed with the talents of the Palayistra when frustrated, but since he had been studying more and more, he couldn’t waste time recklessly.

“….”

In front of Tarek, Arist filled the glass with cool water.

Already, it was a tea that was painful to the eyes due to changing into such dazzling clothes, but the glass itself was also in a brilliant orange color. Tarek’s head seemed to throb, but he emptied the glass at once.

“One more.”

He swept his wet hair back, laid down slowly on the leather sofa, and waited for Arist to fill it again.

“….”

Arist silently filled the glass with water this time.

But this time, the orange glass had a thin cream-colored amapola wrapped around it, preventing the droplets on the surface from falling messily, and it did not show a painful bright yellow color.

Arist still stood quietly next to him, not saying a word.

Not only today, but Arist always performed tasks without saying any words such as ‘Yes, Your Highness’ or ‘I understand, Your Highness.’ Tarek found her silently doing her job somewhat comforting because she was a completely different type of woman from the desert women he had seen so far.

Due to always living in the gap between such strong women, Arist’s reaction like a baby rabbit seemed a little advantageous to bring out Tarek’s interest.

But there was something he didn’t know.
“If the purpose is not to confuse the other party, white suits the blue outfit better than green. You’re a prince, don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? If you understood the desert language, you could have said something more, but it’s so frustrating I might go crazy.”

Arist was the Third Princess with high self-esteem and competitiveness, and because of that, she had a personality that pursued perfection.

Living as a servant made her life feel powerless, and she often felt reluctant to speak. Considering her life, she thought it might be better to save her words until she fully mastered the language, leading to a misunderstanding that she was quiet and reserved like a three-year-old.

“Ugh! What’s this?”

Tarek, who was about to lie down on the sofa, was pricked by the pointed gold flame decoration he had put up, so he irritably removed it. The pin, with jewels shining between the embossed and engraved areas, was quite valuable.

Making a loud noise while removing a small decoration seemed a bit ostentatious, so Tarek coughed awkwardly, aware of Arist’s gaze.

“Hmm. Somehow, I haven’t liked it since the moon rose.”

“….”

“Looking at the sparkling thing made my head hurt even more. You take it. It’s the same color as your hair.”

Rather than throwing it away, fearing it might look insignificant, he gently placed it on the table as if handling precious cargo.

But Arist hesitated and just stared at it, showing no sign of moving.

“Take it. Take it. Didn’t you understand?”

Despite repeating several times for her to take it, Arist didn’t budge. In the end, Tarek stood up, grabbed Arist’s delicate hand, placed the pin on her hair, and folded her hand, leaving it there.

“Now, it’s yours.”

“Oh, thank you… I mean, thank you…”

Arist suddenly found herself thanking the strong man who had come forward and handed her the gold pin, so she lowered her head deeply.