Gia, defeated by Afina, slumped lazily on the bed, her body weighed down by the weight of her loss. She cast a resigned gaze towards Afina, her hands raised in surrender. "Okay, okay, fine," she conceded, her voice dripping with defeat. "I confess. I harbor feelings for Prince Cargan, my deity." She turned towards Afina, a flicker of enthusiasm now dancing in her eyes. "But I assure you, it's nothing more than a harmless crush," she insisted, the words spilling forth from her lips.
It was as if Gia knew, deep down, that her crush on Prince Cargan was destined to remain unrequited.
After all, everyone in the divine line was well aware that Prince Cargan no longer sought the company of ordinary girls. Rumors whispered of his past dalliances with girls plucked from the streets, but those stories rarely had a happy ending.
Now, the Prince confined his marriages to wealthy, divine girls.
