You chose to focus on the comforting feeling of the soft bed beneath your body, with thick, scented blankets that resembled clouds. However, when he remembered why he was there, his eyes opened abruptly, almost in despair.

"Relax, you're safe." A deep murmur caught his attention, coming from Zahir, who was sitting in a chair in front of the bed. When their eyes met, he cut your expression with his icy, blank eyes. A servant was present, helping him as he lit a cigar, but she was soon dismissed by Zahir.

Zahir Ushan, the prince of his kingdom, helping a simple peasant girl and letting her sleep in her room in the palace? What would have happened to that arrogant and selfish prince who only cared about himself? Would you have slept together after that party yesterday where you were drunk?

The questions hung in the air, bringing an aura of mystery and uncertainty about the unexpected situation he found himself in, but he was as stoic as ever.