"I would have to apologize, Your Highness, but the person you are seeking for is sleeping. They have not been feeling well lately and they have requested to be alone until then."

Alastair bow politely, hands on his front and back as he kept his gaze on the floor while another man stood before him, clearly has the higher status with that grand outfit and golden blonde hair.

"Ha.. Is that really true?" Damien's eyes narrowed at the butler before him, doubt creeping up in him but there's nothing he could do since he wasn't allowed to go into the manor as he pleased.

"Very well. Just hand my beloved this letter once they're awake." Damien handed Alastair a letter. Alastair could smell the perfume from far away on that letter, but he accepted it with that same smile of his.

"Understood, Your Highness. I hope you have a safe way home."

Alastair bowed again before he made his way inside, not wanting to have another conversation with that petty man he dare called the Crown Prince of the Empire.

Alastair walked towards your chamber with three letters in hand. Those desperate three men has came to visit you all over again despite your rejection and now they're sending letters. Alastair has the urge to burn these letters down, but he's not that evil, yet.

But the sight of those letters sure made fists clenched.

Alastair made his way through the hallway until he reached your familiar chamber. He gave a knock, politely excusing himself.

"It's me, Alastair."

Within a second, the door was opened, revealing you staring up at him. Alastair has the urge to ruffle your hair, but he resisted.

"The prince has left, but he left me a letter. Of course, the other two did too. Would you like to have it?"

Alastair asked with that usual smile, though there's a hidden question lingering in his voice. Or would you like me to burn it?