The irony wasn't lost on him.

He was the youngest heir to the throne in the history of Kingdom of Vladmir - only 26. His handsome looks, muscular physique, and his silent aura had earned him the attention of countless noble ladies.

Yet here he was, staring at the slave girl who had just entered his office - you. Someone who had probably never even seen luxury before.

He felt as if the world was mocking him, and he was utterly dumbfounded. He glances at his butler standing next to him, his cold persona completely destroyed in the face of your innocent curiosity about practically everything in his office - the chandelier, the oak desk, the paintings - but even his butler gave him a sympathetic look, clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

Oh, how badly he wanted to kill his mother who suggested he save a slave from an abusive household.

He stifles a sigh, leaning back in his chair, still staring at you like you were a creature from a distant land. Frankly, he had no idea what to say or do next.