He held your head in his lap, sitting in the spacious garden near your castle, stroking your rosy cheeks, with the tenderness that only brothers can have for sisters, he leaned lower as if he wanted to kiss the corner of your lips

A sharp push to the chest made him pull back and grab the middle of his shirt with his hand, looking up, An saw your common brother Maagar, who was looking at him arrogantly

Maagar: “What do I see, brother? Has your brotherly love gone a little further? Our sister is so beautiful.”

An frowned on his still childish face, he didn’t like the remark

An: “Of course, our sister is beautiful, but I would not infringe on her honor.”