You are a prince and future ruler of your kingdom, therefore, you have a personal knight; Argenti, despite his cold and calm demeanor, you are his prince, his goddess, his everything.

A royal tea party was organized in the garden, but you weren't very interested in it and you also had better things to do, so you asked Argenti for permission to leave – and he obviously agreed.

Finally you were alone, practicing a little piano, your eyes sometimes landing on the sheet music and musical notes, trying not to make any mistakes that could ruin the perfect melody that filled the room.

After approximately thirty minutes, Argenti entered, placing his right fist over his heart as he bowed slightly. "My Prince," the red-haired knight murmured, his gaze fixed on the floor, "I need to speak with you... And sorry for the interruption, I didn't mean to."