Revelation

In her thirty-two years of life, she had served countless nobles and witnessed innumerable beauties, but never anything like this.

The Flower Princess truly seemed unreal, ethereal.

Miye's intoxicating reddish-brown eyes blended seamlessly with the blue and gold of his attire. His long, silky hair, loosely tied with a jade hairpin, fell gracefully against his smooth, milky neck. He radiated an otherworldly aura, as though he had descended from the heavens rather than been born of mortal flesh.

For a fleeting moment, Choi Yuna thought - perhaps the Flower Princess deserved to be carried on palms, not forced to walk upon an earth so easily sullied by its own inhabitants.

"Shall we go?"

Yuna snapped back to herself.

Right - the His Highness had summoned the Princess to bid farewell to the Prince of Balliard.

Walking behind Hwa Miye, she observed the flower princess's composed steps. His posture never wavered, his back perfectly straight, his demeanor refined beyond his years. He carried himself not merely like royalty, but like someone who had been shaped by relentless discipline.

Pity crept into her heart.

What kind of childhood must such a figure have endured to possess such restraint at the tender age of sixteen? This body behaved in the same manner as that of an adult in their late twenties. 

Upon arriving at the main court and sensing the oppressive presence of two powerful figures, Yuna immediately shrank behind Miye, desperate to avoid drawing any attention.

"I hear you summoned me, Your Highness," Miye said, gathering his robe as he bowed respectfully.

He then turned to the lusturous bronze prince beside Yugwon, offering the same courtesy, though the golden eye that met his gaze carried an intention Miye could not name.

"Greetings to you as well, Prince of Balliard."

"What admirable courtesy," Esha Fardeyn remarked. "You were clearly raised with great diligence."

Ha… If only he knew.

Miye merely feigned his calm facade.

"However," Esha added, studying him, "You appear paler than usual. Are you not feeling well?"

Each word - no, each letter directed toward Miye grated against Yugwon's nerves.

What does he think of himself? Speaking so informally in his presence!! No one would dare approach Miye, much less address him so freely. Yet this man did so effortlessly, fully aware of the nature of the so-called "sibling" bond between them.

"There was a reason she was absent from the farewell ceremony," Yugwon cut in sharply. "But I am a man of my word. It is because of you that my precious Miye forced herself out of bed today."

"I sincerely apologize for my ignorance," Esha replied smoothly, fully aware of Yugwon's possessive intent.

"It is of no concern," Miye interjected softly.

"Then… may I ask why I was summoned?"

As Yugwon explained the proposal tied to their match, unease settled deep within Miye's chest. Whatever the Prince of Balliard intended to ask for, it would not be something trivial.

"What I desire for my victory is..."

Esha paused.

His single golden eye locked onto Miye.

The intensity stole Miye's breath. It felt as though that gaze pierced straight through him, stripping away flesh to peer into his soul, as though it saw every impure sin he had ever committed.

Slowly, Esha raised his arm, the one that had once nearly been severed, and extended his finger.

It pointed directly at Hwa Miye.

The world stopped.

Before Miye could react, steel rang through the air. A sword clashed violently against another, the sharp clang echoing throughout the courtroom.

Everyone froze.

What just happened? Did they see it correctly? The highly composed and reputed Prince of Hwachon tried to attack his esteemed guest - a reputable prince, no less!!

However, the blade never reached its target - blocked by a hooded man clad in armor.

This was Esha Fardeyn's sole royal guard. 

"You dare attempt to take away the flower princess?!!" Yugwon roared, his eyes blazing red with fury.

"Honorable Prince of Hwachon, kindly retract your sword," the hooded man spoke calmly, his voice deep but face veiled under the darkness of the hood.

"You wish!!" Yugwon snarled, "How dare you stand on my palace and demand to take away an invaluable asset to the kingdom for your mere victory of a match that meant nothing!!"

"No meaning?" Esha chuckled and lowered his arm.

"Did it not mean anything to you after you damaged my eye? Did it also mean nothing to you when you almost severed my arm, condemning me to a crippled life?"

His expression darkened.

"Tell me, esteemed prince, does it mean nothing to you when you destroy a life? Do you do this so often now that it is so trivial to you?"

Yugwon could not contain his anger anymore. He trembled with rage, gritting his teeth as if to stop coughing blood out of rage. He was tempted to slit all their throats at once!

Just shut up! What do you know about him? Do you even know what he’s hiding underneath? Even a dog is better than him! Yet, you want to take him away? You DARE to take him away? I gave him a royal life, I gave him food and water, and even the air he breathes is under my command. You DARE take him away??

"Please," The gentle interruption drew all eyes, "Honourable Princes, there is no need for such a commotion."

Hwa Miye then turned to the tall and brooding, brown man and respectfully bowed.

"Prince of Balliard, you have rather made an impossible demand. I do not wish to leave my home. I am indebted to the prince in all things. Please... I request you to reconsider."

Silence followed.