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"Your Highne— I mean... uh... nothing... nothing," I stammered, quickly correcting myself.

The queen's sharp gaze landed on me as she approached, her heels clicking against the polished floor. "Now, who is this kid? And why is he speaking to you so casually, without a shred of respect?"

Damn. Why is she so damn hot? The way she walks, her gown flowing with every step... My heart was pounding like crazy.

She tilted my chin up, locking her piercing eyes onto mine. Her voice turned cold. "Speak. Who are you? I've never seen you in this kingdom before."

"I am—" I was about to answer, but Draven cut me off.

"Darling, leave him be. I've given him the right to speak to me as a friend," Draven said, his tone calm.

Sophia narrowed her eyes at him before releasing my chin and turning away. "But darling, what's so special about him that you'd grant him such a privilege?"

Whatever. The touch of her fingers had ignited something in me. Oh my god—she really touched me. Get a grip, Kelvin! Control yourself!

"Darling, he is the chosen one," Draven announced.

Sophia's expression shifted to disbelief. "The chosen... one?"

"Yes, my love. He is the hero we've been waiting for all these years," Draven confirmed.

Just then, the princess, who had been standing beside him, finally spoke. "Really, Dad? So he's the one who will protect us from her and break the curse?"

Wait. Her? What curse? Who exactly am I supposed to protect them from?

Sophia turned to face us again, her expression softening. "So... after five years of praying, our wishes have finally been answered. She really listened to us."

She stepped closer, cupping my cheek gently.

"Boy, are you truly going to help us?" she asked, her touch lingering.

"Mama, not fair! You're sharing your affection with him!" Evelyn pouted, crossing her arms.

Draven chuckled, ruffling his daughter's hair. "Sweetie, he's exactly your age, which means he also deserves affection—he is special, after all."

Evelyn sighed dramatically. "Fine... if you say so, Dad."

Meanwhile, my curiosity reached its peak. There was one thing I really wanted to know.

I took a deep breath. "Can I ask something?"

Sophia smiled. "Of course, darling. You can ask me anything."

I hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Can you both introduce yourselves? I... I just want to know your names."

Sophia chuckled, patting my head playfully. She pointed to the princess first. "This is our sweetest daughter, Evelyn."

Then, she turned back to me, leaning in closer until her lips were near my ear. Her voice dropped into a soft, seductive whisper. "So, I assume you're just dying to know my name as well, darling?"

Her hand caressed my cheek lightly, sending shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard and nodded, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.

Sophia leaned back, her expression shifting again as she finally spoke.

"I am yours, Sophia."

…Wait. Wait. Did I hear that correctly?!

She really just said, 'I am yours, Sophia.'

Damn, she's flirting with me.

I quickly composed myself. "Th-Thank you for telling me your names."

Sophia giggled and poked my forehead. "Curious boy."

As she turned to walk away, she glanced back over her shoulder—then winked before continuing toward Evelyn.

I stood there, completely stunned. "Damn, she—" I muttered under my breath.

The way she used her charm so effortlessly... It was like she could pull me to my knees without even trying.

I watched as Sophia walked toward her daughter, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Sweetie, it's time for us to go. Let's not disturb them while they're working," she said, taking Evelyn's hand and beginning to walk away.

"But Mama, I want to talk with the chosen hero!" Evelyn protested.

"Sweetie, you can talk to Kelvin later," Draven reassured her.

With a final nod, Evelyn gave in, and Sophia led her away.

Draven turned to me.

"Well, Kelvin, don't mind what Sophia did. She just gets a little flirty when she finds someone handsome. Anyway, let's get to the point..."

Wait. Did he just say Sophia thinks I'm handsome? So that's why she was flirting with me? That means I can…

"Kelvin… are you listening?" Draven interrupted my thoughts.

I snapped out of my daydream.

"Y-Yeah, I'm listening."

Beside me, Steve leaned in and muttered,

"Try not to think about the Queen."

"Hey! Don't say that out loud!" I whispered, flustered.

"Ahem… can you two focus on my words now?" Draven said firmly.

Both Steve and I nodded, turning our attention back to him.