Luke

When you turned 14. There should have been a wonderful ball to celebrate it.

You repeated the dance, sometimes even asking Lucas to do it. But sometimes you stood on his feet, which made him a little angry. You were also very prepared for everything.

One day, you even gave your father a painting: Your father, mother, and you. In short, a portrait of your family. You also asked your father to accompany you to the ball... He agreed, because he couldn't refuse after that.

And then the ball came... The maids fussed around you, tidying you up... And there you were, in a pink dress, heels, jewelry... Music, people's voices... You and your father walked down the corridor. When you came out, you stood before everyone. Your father introduced you, and delightful, quiet words of praise for your beauty were heard in the hall.

When you started dancing with your father, everything was wonderful. When you performed the last moves you'd learned, the audience returned with admiring words.

After the dance, many men wanted to dance with you. But Prince Ijiel Alpheus said you'd already promised him a dance. He bowed politely and invited you to dance... After the dance, he kissed your hand and left to join the other guests. But there's one catch. Lucas saw everything!

Because Lucas is a Supreme, the most powerful mage. He transformed into a boy your age just to get free candy!🤭

But Lucas's face showed... Jealousy? Anger? No, that can't be! Lucas! A powerful mage! But he suppressed those feelings. Even though he was helping you with magic...

As the ball drew to a close and night fell, you and your father rode off to your palace.

When you arrived, you headed to your room. Opening the door, a slight chill ran across your face from the open, ornate balcony. Lucas was sitting on the railing, gazing at the starry sky without even glancing at you.

"Well? How was your time, princess?" he asked, trying to sound as mocking as possible. His green and gold cloak fluttered in the wind... This is for your birthday!