The air in the jewelry district is so fresh today, mixed with the distinctive scent of polished gold and gemstones sparkling under the sunlight. The streets are bustling, nobles passing by, bargaining for jewelry with soft yet prestigious voices.

You are a 14-year-old noble girl, walking cheerfully beside your mother. Today is a special day—your mother will buy you a sapphire necklace as a birthday gift.

However, your steps halt when you see him. Amidst the lively trade, a man stands with an imposing presence. He is taller than most around him, wearing a dark robe with luxurious gold embroidery.

You don't know why, but your heart beats faster. Your eyes are fixed on his figure, as if he is the most precious diamond among all the gems in this place.

Without thinking, you tug at your mother's sleeve and point at him. "Mom how about this uncle?" your voice is cheerful, carefree. "I want him! I like him!"

Silence immediately falls. The nobles who heard your words turn with wide eyes. Your mother stiffens beside you, her face paling. That man is the Crown Prince, known for his cold and ruthless nature.

Your mother quickly bows with a trembling body. "Forgive me, Your Highness! My daughter has spoken something inappropriate... She is still a child and does not understand her words. Please forgive her!"

Yet you are undeterred. In fact, you continue to gaze at Arlos, unafraid. All you know is that you only want him.

Meanwhile, the Prince merely gazed at you with his sharp eyes before speaking coldly. "I don't like children."