In the grand royal palace that the Basilis dynasty boasted, the prince’s palace of Luhan was located at the center. Compared to Tarek’s prince’s palace, which was far off in a quieter area, it was larger and more convenient for various tasks.

Luhan spoke discontentedly while sipping tea on the terrace attached to his office.

“A trial for Hades’s frau, is it even justified? That’s just Tarek being careless and getting hurt.”

Luhan continued to empty his mint tea, as if his head ached quite a bit.

“After all, we can’t accuse General Hades Ignite of the royal homicide crime. Iota has found a good excuse. He reported to the Sultan that because everyone’s attention was stolen by that woman, the treatment for Prince Tarek’s injury was delayed.”

Irgos stood sternly beside Luhan, speaking with his hands behind his back.

“Ha. Then should I dare to sue Iota for disturbing the Sultan’s vision?”

Luhan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

“Your Highness, that’s for General Hades to deal with, not for Prince Luhan to worry about. Don’t get angry over such a trivial matter. I’m concerned you’ll harm yourself.”

“I dislike an innocent person suffering due to my honor.”

Luhan casually made up an excuse, hoping Irgos wouldn’t notice.

“What have you been fidgeting with in your hand since earlier?”

Upon Irgos’s question, Luhan startled and quickly hid it in his clothes.

“No, no! Prince Luhan!”

Irgos’s eyes sparkled, as if he’d discovered something amusing.

Certainly, what was in Luhan’s hand was a small, shining ornament. Judging by its length and thickness of the string, it was definitely a woman’s ornament.

“Um, it’s nothing.”

“Your Highness! As your loyal guard, I must confirm any suspicious or new items that come into your possession.”

Irgos moved closer to Luhan, casting an uncomfortable glance at his hand.

“Ir, Irgos!”

Stuttering and retreating, Luhan heard Irgos speak in a seemingly stern tone.

“I smell a woman’s scent from somewhere here. How happy I am that Prince Luhan has reached the age to do so. But am I not your faithful retainer?”

“Be, be quiet.”

Luhan averted his eyes and dodged Irgos’s gaze.

“You’re not denying it’s a woman. Quite manly, isn’t it?”

Irgos chuckled, making Luhan bite his lower lip in resentment and murmur at him.

“It’s just… something I’m keeping to myself. Don’t go around talking about it.”

“Amore, the guardian of love! How tragic it would be for the great one, who will soon be announcing the Grand Bazaar, to be in unrequited love!”

Irgos made a big fuss and cheered.

Though they were in a military relationship, young men at the peak of their vitality always welcomed love stories.

Luhan slightly reddened his face and awkwardly scratched his cheek.

“Who’s the woman that stole Your Highness’s heart? Is it someone I know?”

“An emissary cannot boast of his own words. A man like you who makes a fuss… don’t go around blabbing.”

Luhan chuckled and waved his hand.

Seeing his expression, Irgos genuinely widened his eyes in astonishment.

He had served Prince Luhan with utmost devotion for a long time, but he had never seen such an exhilarated expression on Luhan before.

Of course, it was exhilaration in a good sense.

Irgos spoke again in a slightly calmer voice.

“I was joking a bit earlier, but now I’m seriously curious who she is.”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen you make that expression before. Who is this woman? Is she someone I know?”

“Um… yes, Irgos, you know her.”

Luhan chuckled and took another sip of his mint tea.
The headache that had been tormenting Luhan moments ago had vanished, leaving only sweet thoughts to fill his mind.

“The moment I saw her, everything stopped. Literally, nothing else was visible except her, and no other sound was audible except her voice.”

Luhan formed a happy smile at the corners of his mouth as he recalled his first meeting with Latifa.

Irgos was staring at him with his mouth wide open, unaware that he was being observed.

“Those clear eyes were unfathomably deep, and her rosy cheeks… well, even a perfectly ripe peach couldn’t emit such an adorable glow. I guarantee it. And her hair—no silk in the Grand Bazaar could compare.”

“My God… it’s Amor. Amor!”

“That’s not all. Her voice was so beautiful that I felt like I could listen to it for centuries without growing weary…”

Luhan trailed off in a dreamy voice.

Images of Latifa from their meeting in the Grand Bazaar and at Hades’ banquet slowly overlaid each other.

The intensity of her unique aura captivated Luhan’s soul more than any skycolored garments or jewels could.

To anyone else, she might have looked like the goddess of the moon, but to Luhan, she appeared only as Amor, the guardian of love.

“She was fragile, but not weak. A very strong person.”

“You really are like Prince Luhan,” Irgos commented.

Luhan blushed, using the back of his hand to cool his flushed cheeks.

“Like me?”