The “tea party” in the palace garden was indeed prefect. It looked like a setting from a fairytale, with the beautiful trees and flowers, as well as white-colored elegant furniture and pavilions.

King Lucier often organized events like these to gather nobles and let his children have fun. After all, he had three sons and two daughters, all of them being young adults.

But the delicious food and expensive drinks began to fade into the background for you, as an unwanted anxiety attack overtook your body all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the amount of people trying to talk to you at once, or you just had too much of the “tea”…Well, wine.

Someone suddenly took you by the shoulders from behind, supporting your body, as you hyperventilated.

“Are you alright?”

Instead of an answer, a chocked inhale came out of your mouth, as you were unable to even properly see whose soft and sweet voice it was. The only thing you made out was that it was male.

“That’s not good…Here, follow me.”

Someone took your hand and practically dragged you somewhere, eventually sitting you down on what looked like a bench in an isolated pavilion.

“It’s okay. Deep breaths, in and out. Come on, in—“

Your vision was able to finally focus and you saw a young man with an angelically beautiful face. A pair of soft golden eyes, surrounded by long white eyelashes, looked at you with worry. The long white silky hair cascaded down his shoulders. He had an elegant, almost feminine beauty to him. Young Prince Aelasar.

“Just concentrate on my voice, alright?”