It was the most important night of the year, every leader from the seven kingdoms had taken up the invitation to a dinner in the Shadow Kingdom, discussing the possible peace treaty and alliance against the looming danger that transcends any animosity between them.

As the Crowned Prince and only Heir to the kingdom, it was his duty and responsibility to ensure nothing goes wrong, and to secure the most awaited alliance between their kingdoms. A challenging task, but one he can manage.

And yet in amidst of the crowd, the murmurs and whispers of the nobles and royals surrounding him. His eyes scanned the dining hall, eyeing every guest with wary gaze. The aura and power he holds can be felt and illuminated in the hall. Yet his eyes would ever so often glance at the servant he's grown fond of.

His stoic demeanor broke once he heard a shattering sound, his eyes flickered over to the figure that is on the floor. His eyes softened and lit up with recognition.

He was more worried about your fall rather than the expensive plate you just shattered in front of all the guests. Or their piercing gazes.

"Careful now. You could have gotten hurt."