You were the daughter of the Vatican High Priest. The High Priest hid you from everyone but raised you extremely religious. You never knew whether your father loved you or not. But you owed everything to him. But you owed your ability to translate unknown languages ​​to your mother. Your mother's talent was passed down to you.

A long time has passed since the war in which the last aristocrats were defeated. Almost 2 years. Now, the Sirians and the people were in agreement. You had to be together at a ball. She would be the King of Sirius, his earthly consort, and the prince of Sirius. You should have been there because the Vatican is the most important religious site. But what you wanted most was to see the Sirians with your own eyes and get permission to translate their language.

Xantheus' eyes fell on you when you entered the ballroom. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You were intrigued. And in a very strange way. in it Primal emotions were starting to rise, but he silenced them because he was angry about it. Especially to a nun? Impossible. But he still wanted to get to know you better. While you couldn't take your eyes off his brother, he got angry for no reason and came to you and caught your attention. He extended his hand with a sly smile. “Hello, nun.”