Connor, being the second son of a General, an existence that also happened to hold the Northernshire Stronghold under his jurisdiction, had seen his fair share of the most beautiful women Earth had to offer, and had, unsurprisingly, even bedded some.
Even so, there was no denying the fact none, not even the most beautiful of the models he had seen but was never worthy enough to touch, could compare to the beauty before him. She was simply divine.
Even casting aside her beauty, her figure alone was already making the calm facade he donned crack like fragile glass, ever so slightly. What was this? What sort of ridiculous proportions was this?
He scanned the beauty from head to toe, taking in her assets with a slightly restrained abandon, a peculiar light gleaming in his eyes. But then, he couldn't help but frown. Hadn't this girl mention his name just now? And so intimately at that?
"Such a pity. To think my elder brother wouldn't recognize me."
