You never looked at Mydei the way you did now.

Since childhood, you were inseparable, spending a lot of time training and playing.

He was a crown prince of Kremnos You are a military child. So similar, yet so different.

But now, as Mydei sat surrounded by spoiled girls and listened to their conversations about trifles, an incomprehensible lump stuck in his throat, as if he was sick from uncertainty and resentment.

He was beautiful, his hair tied back in a braid with flowers woven into it, his pale skin adorned with the red markings that were characteristic of his lineage.

And it wasn't you who enjoyed this beauty.