The third prince paused at the voice, like the sound of tinkling bells. Just hearing it, he knew the person it belonged to was beautiful, and his heart couldn't help but itch instantly.
The third prince was naturally a lecherous person despite the facade he usually wore. If not, the things that happened before would not have occurred.
Meeting a beautiful woman alone in the woods was something that was fantasised about by many of the men in the capital.
The third prince finally met the face of the woman who called him, and almost instantly, his heart was hot. She wore a light pink veil, and only flashes of her face could be seen, but this was enough for the lust in his heart to ignite.
He lifted his hand and waved at his servants to retreat.
The servants looked at each other, a bit concerned. Now was not the appropriate time.
