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The party had started for an hour. Various kinds of attractions to entertain the guests have been done, the food is there, and people are already dancing to the music. But the announcement regarding the selection of the Prince's consort is not mentioned yet. this is because the Prince has not found someone he has been waiting for. Every second passed he felt even more nervous. Where is he? Where's that silver-haired boy that caught his heart? Lucean is sitting on the chair next to the King's chair that's empty due to His Majesty's illness. But he appeared for a moment in the beginning.

"Get me another wine,"

"Yes Your Highness," a servant nodded upon hearing Lucean's order. He scurries away to grab a glass of wine.

"Prince Lucean,"

Lucean glanced sideways to meet Alarice walking up toward him, smiling cutely then bow a little to show courtesy. Her dress is the most dazzling among all the dresses in this very hall.

"Princess," Lucean greeted back, unamused.

"I can't bear to see Your Highness is sitting here and seemed to not enjoying the party. May I accompany Your Highness during this party?"

Lucean wanted to say no. But it'll be rude to reject such a polite offer. Lucean nodded his head, and Alarice beamed happily. She tucked a strand of her golden hair to the back of her ears while smiling shyly.

"I thought Your Highness will reject my offer,"

"How could I?"

"Your Highness is very kindhearted,"

"Thank you,"

Alarice is very insensitive. She couldn't see how disinterested Lucean is. She's deluded, in her own world that she's the only one who can speak so often with the Prince. In her mind, it's clear that he'll choose her as his consort.

The night is getting darker, same as Lucean's expression.

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"Hah,, hah,,"

I panted after I manage to climbed down from the fence. I wiped the sweat that's dripping from my forehead. I haven't even walk to the castle and I'm already tired. How can I go there by foot?! with this weak body, I'll get there when the party is already ended. What should I do? I can't ask for a carriage, I can't let any of the guards or servants see me wandering around outside.

I wiped my white suit decorated with a beige-coloured brooch.

"Young Master!?"

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Esma's voice from the other side of the fence. I turned around, seeing Esma running toward me with a horrified look. I smiled sheepishly at her while scratching the back of my neck.

"Yes?"

"How—" she looked up to the tall fence, then back to me, shocked by the fact that I manage to climb up with a fragile body. "— No, wait a second! what do you think you're doing?! come back right this instance!"

"But I'm already out, my hard work," I pouted, pointing at the fence.

"I don't care!"

"Esma, please?" I genuinely looked sad. I fluttered my eyelashes, then looked down while fiddling with my fingers. "I really really wanted to go, more than anything,"

Esma flinched.

She remembered how Brahms never went out or attend anyone's party in the past before. Esma lowered her eyes, frowning. She bit her bottom lip while contemplating.

"Young Master.., I can't disobey The Viscount and Viscountess..,"

"If I get caught, I'll tell them it's my fault!"

"They'll question everyone Young Master. The servants, Young Misstress, the guards, and especially me since I'm always right next to you,"

Esma is right. I give her a broad smile.

"We'll be there only for an hour, of course mother and father will be there longer!"

"But," Esma whined.

"Come with me Esma. I bet you wanted to see the party too. Imagine the food, the hot guys?"

"Young Master!" Esma blushed upon my shameful remark. I grinned at her.

"Please?"

"Young Master..,"

"I promise I'll be more obedient after this,"

"... Fine. I'll get a carriage," Esma sighed.

"Yes!" I exclaimed happily.

My persuasion worked! I walked a little further more until I reach a paved road. I waited for the carriage to come. After a couple of minutes, I saw a carriage coming out from the mansion's way, it's Esma who's riding a horse!. I wide my eyes in surprise, seeing Esma acting more masculine than I am.

Esma jumped off the horse as if she's done this a million times already. A grin flashed on her face.

"Come on!"