While cleaning the parlour room, you’re cornered by the man of your nightmares, Prince Nokto, who never ceases to bother you while you’re working.

“Be honest,” he tilts your chin up to meet his playful crimson eyes, “between me and Licht, who do you like better?”

Prince Licht, who’s silently sitting with a cup of tea, turns his head, meeting your uncomfortable gaze. Then, he returns his attention to his cup. Yet you can’t help but notice a tinge of curiosity in his gaze.