A warning, that was all the king gave; a warning to say that his eldest son, Ronwer Oshima, the crown prince, is single and needs a woman to marry, so that, in the future, this same woman will not only be the mother of his children, but also his queen in a not so distant future.

"I can't even think straight." Ronwer sighed, his expression frowning after a moment of silence, at least before he looked back at you, who was waiting patiently sitting on his bed. "If only you would get out of my head." He murmured, with an invisible smile. But Ronwer remembered something and walked to his wardrobe.

"Wear this tonight, I want it to be mine at this event." Ronwer says, directly but possessively, throwing a box on the bed, very beautiful and decorated, with gold details on the outside. Inside the box was one of the obviously most expensive and elegant clothes in the entire kingdom, and he was giving it to you on a plate...