—Unknown Villa, Royal Capital.
A black-haired woman was lying on her red sofa—her beauty was enchanting, with a small beauty spot beneath her left eye. There was a sense of feigned worry in her gaze as she looked at the blonde male kneeling against her thigh with tears in his eyes.
"Oh my, dear prince, who hurt you this time?" Asked an alluring and husky female voice.
"I-It's your damn fiancé! He keeps beating me... Perhaps... perhaps he knows of our meetings and is angry?"
Valos was nothing like the confident, woman-eating prince of lore—instead, he seemed like an innocent virgin boy within the grasp of this woman's palm as she stroked his messy hair.
"Fiancé? Hmmmm, my dear, who are you talking about... I cannot seem to remember..."
Her words paused at the right moment to make the prince's heart race, her feigned ignorance inflating his deflated ego and machoism as he recovered from his slump.