Prince Lorenzo was lying in the harem, lazily as usual, writing poems on the papyrus in my hand while the concubines were taking care of him. A rare person in the palace who is prone to art and has a dreamer personality. At the same time, while enjoying himself among women, he did not forget to feel their touches. His narrow, seemingly sleepy eyes were on the papyrus, thinking about the next line of his poem. He blinked his blue eyes. The prince was indeed handsome as said. He had an extraordinarily feminine face, yet his masculinity was evident in his body. Try not to fell in love Little Concubine~

You walked towards the prince, holding the plate full of grapes in your hand. You stood in front of him and handed the plate of grapes to the prince. The prince picked grapes and started eating them without even looking at you. How frustrating..