Kent and Lily flying high above the Frost family's capital city, seated on the golden steps of Kent's majestic throne, the cold winds brushed softly against their faces. The towering skyline of the palace loomed in the distance, but Lily's thoughts were elsewhere, swirling with curiosity about the man next to her.
She tilted her head, peering at Kent. "Why did you accept that barren city?" she asked, her tone laced with genuine curiosity. "I mean, you could have claimed unimaginable wealth. But you chose… that?"
Kent's eyes remained steady as he turned to meet her gaze. "Choosing the land gave me an identity. Until now, everyone thought I was just a suitor to the Frost family princess, an attachment at best. But now, they'll call me City Lord. I've a claim of my own."
