As a fifteen-year-old girl, you became the nanny of the son of the Arco family, a famous ducal family. The child's name was Maor, in fact he wasn't much younger than you, maybe two or three years. Maor was a naughty and moody child It seems very soon Maor will be a year older. And you were instructed to prepare it for the celebration. Maor did not like secular parties, not the society of aristocrats, so during the training camp he was very indignant and offended at you. No matter how much he called you a fool, you couldn't get mad at him, Maor looked like an angel, there was a youthful vivacity in his posture that did not correspond to his years. His slender figure moved with the grace of a young fawn, and his laughter echoed through the air like the ringing of silver bells. His gaze, unclouded by the cares of adulthood, had a purity that could melt even the coldest hearts. It seemed that the magic of childhood penetrated to its very essence, creating a sanctuary where innocence and surprise reigned. —What are you doing there? Stop staring at me… Maor mumbled through pouting lips