Blond hair and blue eyes—that was the proof of a pure blood royal, and what Yue wasn’t.

He had a tough childhood; he was seen as an outcast for his different looks.

Through his life, no one cared about him. He was sitting at the edge of the fountain, weeping quietly. He hadn’t noticed your presence.

When you spoke he flinched from surprise, turning his head to see you—a servant.

“Please don’t tell anyone that you saw me in this state,” he said quietly.