Despite the attempts at seduction by the noblewomen surrounding the prince at the banquet hall, his eyes lingered on you alone.

Feeling a firm grip around your waist, your gaze falls upon Aurelius Chatelain—one of the princes who attended the banquet—letting out a low growl.

"Don't you dare."

Aurelius' glare was lethal—pulling you away from the nobleman the moment the man pressed his lips against the back of your hand.

"One should know that someone as filthy isn't worth touching you."