"Alright, Orig Desman, as you know, I no longer care what you plan to do beneath my feet or what you aim to achieve in the future. However..." Orig's grandfather sighed, barely managing to meet with his grandson, whose life now revolved entirely around his alluring wife.
'I promised her we'd have breakfast together. I can't be late for her,' a wide smile spread across Orig's face. He wasn't paying attention to his grandfather's words, lost instead in imagining the soft touch of her hands caressing his cheeks, as he tried to steal a kiss from her cherry-red lips.
"If you want to become the next king of the Tulip Kingdom, I want an heir within one year. Orig Desman, if you fail, I will strip you of all your royal rights." His grandfather's tone was sharp enough to bring Orig's mind back to focus. The smile on his face quickly faded.
