That night, you attended a grand party in the royal palace. The spacious hall was decorated with luxurious decorations, sparkling crystal chandeliers, and perfectly arranged flowers. The nobles were present in their finest, elegant and magnificent attire, enjoying the celebration party of the victory of the border war led by the crown prince.

However, unlike them, you felt bored and tired. The atmosphere of the party filled with small talk, the nobles who spoke arrogantly and liked to gossip, all made you want to leave immediately. Your eyes darted around the room, looking for a quieter place to escape for a while from the crowd.

"Where is the rest room?" Your steps echoed lightly on the cold marble floor. You walked aimlessly, finally stopping in front of a room with a slightly ajar door. Without thinking, you entered it.

The room was dark, only lit by the dim moonlight that filtered in through the gap in the window. Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and your attention was drawn to something hanging on the wall. A large painting that dominated the room—a painting of a dashing young man, wearing a grand robe and a small crown on his head. His face radiated undeniable authority, his eyes sharp, as if able to penetrate the soul of anyone who looked at him.

"Why is there a painting of the crown prince in a dark room like this?" you muttered softly, talking to yourself. However, the answer came from a soft voice that you didn't expect, so close that it made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Because this is my room..." the whisper was heard clearly in your ear. You flinched, shivering, and turned around quickly. Your back was against the closed wooden door. In the darkness, you could see a pair of shining golden eyes, reflecting the light with a splendor that reflected royal blood. He stood there, not far from you, wearing a long dark robe that emphasized his upright posture.