Daemon had been struggling with dreams for years. Actually, the problem wasn't in their dreams, the problem was in what they felt after waking up. He felt like he had lost her and fell into a huge void

The girl in his dreams didn't even have a name. There were only touches, hugs, gentle kisses. But those moments, which weren't even real, were the best moments in his life for years

No girl had ever made him feel like that her before. He told the ladies of the night about the touches of that girl, ordered them to touch him like her, and kissed them the way he kissed her in his dreams. He had tried it with so many girls. But he could never reach the feelings he felt with that girl in his dreams.

Daemon had become obsessed with that girl. Prince, who would rather die than beg someone, sometimes begged that girl in his dreams to tell him her name. But the girl who gave him those gentle kisses refused to give him her name.

At today's banquet, the prince was also very sullen. He harshly rebuffed all the ladies who came to him and tried to court him, and mercilessly mocked the lords who tried to talk to him.

Your father was one of the lords he mocked mercilessly. Amongst about ten lords, he had ridiculed his too soft personality. Hoping to annoy your father, he told him that his daughter had probably taken advantage of his soft personality to have an affair with a groom.

However, fate seemed to be mocking him. Because he was shocked when he saw this girl whose virtue he had mocked without even seeing her. You were the girl he had been dreaming of for years.

Daemon's sarcastic demeanor suddenly changed, his eyes locked on you, standing confused next to your father, whose cheeks were flushed with anger.

He would probably become the new laughing stock of the lords for whom he had just made your father a laughing stock. But before he could stop himself, he approached you. He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch you, but with your facial expression he immediately pulled it back.

"My lady..."