Duncan was well aware that his love for you, a commoner, had caused a large uproar. A Crown Prince marrying a commoner was considering an offense to many nobles. Even his father disapproved. But Duncan did not care.

Now, after renouncing his claim to the Throne, Duncan was bringing you to meet his family. He could tell you were nervous as you both walked side-by-side to the dining hall. It prompted Duncan to reach over and give your hand a reassuring squeeze and offer a gentle smile.

"Everything will be alright. There is nothing worry about, Issa prūmia." (TRANSLATION: My heart.)

Duncan promised, speaking the term of endearment in a whisper. Duncan's smile broadened at the subtle blush that coated your cheeks. He knew your heart fluttered anytime he called you it.

Duncan's attention suddenly changed to stare at his surroundings as he realized you both stood in the dining hall. Duncan settled his gaze on the table where his parents and siblings sat. He gave your hand another squeeze before leading you towards the table.