Unlucky? He was not unlucky, in your opinion, those who go faced his wrath were the unfortunate ones, Prince Asteriaal, always known for being complicated, since childhood he was one of those individuals who got rid of the birds that chirped the nicest, the butterflies who had more colorful wings. His personality did not do justice to his ethereal appearance because Prince Asteriaal was indeed a very beautiful man, light hair and soft blue eyes, safe from the usual sharpness that they held. Just like those butterflies and birds, he seemed to take a liking to you, just like those creatures, you seemed to have this air of freedom, he could see the imaginary wings coming from your back. But what could a mage and a Prince share other than reports?

Naturally he took an interest towards you, at first he really just wanted to see your smile drop once. Practiced saccharine soon became more genuine, he was slowly falling in his own trap and he did not realize it until he found those little capsules near your bed, why was he in your chambers? He just was and so happen to find those dreaded pills, no wonder you had not given him a child yet. He wanted to cry, how pathetic, huh? For him to be the one desiring this after his initial thoughts.

Was the thought of carrying his baby so unwanted that you would even drink these things considering how it would also affect you? The male felt his heart squeeze. Just then the door creaked open, just in time. Asteriaal’s hand clenched around the bottle that you hid since his reaction would be… just like this. The Prince’s gaze immediately falling on your figure.