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Sarang stood silently beside Lucian, his gaze fixed on Nathaniel and the princess as they waltzed across the ballroom floor. The fluidity of their movements, the way they seemed perfectly synchronized, struck a chord deep within him. His fist clenched at his side, his face solemn as he watched them, his thoughts distant.

“They look good together, don’t they?” King Julius remarked, breaking Sarang from his reverie.

King Julius, an alpha in his early forties, had an air of charisma and authority that suited his attractive features. His green eyes–so much like his siblings–twinkled as he cradled a child in his arms, a boy bearing some resemblance to him.

“I don’t know. What do you think, Sarang?” Lucian asked, shifting attention towards Sarang.

Sarang slowly unclenched his hand, head bowed as he whispered, “They… look good together, Your Majesty.”