In one of the gardens in the second prince's palace, two figures are sitting on a bench under a tree, a man with red hair and a woman with silver hair, talking to one another in a comfortable atmosphere around them.
Isaac, the red-headed man, chuckled softly, his amusement evident as he leaned back against the bench, his gaze meeting Mila's with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. "Well, I must admit, I didn't expect to be caught in the act by someone as observant as you," he remarked, his tone light despite the underlying hint of embarrassment.
Mila smirked, her lush green eyes glinting with mischief as she regarded Isaac with a playful glint. "Consider it a fortunate coincidence, then," she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Or perhaps unfortunate, depending on how you look at it."
Isaac chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Indeed," he agreed, his tone still light despite the implication of their conversation.
