Mrs. Allen, the wife of the Right Minister, stood gracefully in her peach-colored robe, her posture upright. With a playful smile, she remarked, "Noble consort, do you see that? The Crown Prince and General seem awfully close, don't you think? Even if they're friends, their closeness is certainly... intriguing."
Although she held the esteemed title of consort to Right Minister Allen and was not supposed to speak ill of the Crown Prince, she couldn't help but express her thoughts. Her desire for her son, John, to become the Crown Prince's consort was clear, but now, seeing the growing bond between the Crown Prince and General, she felt it would be more difficult than she had imagined. Her words, though casual, were meant to sow doubt and drive a wedge between them.
The Fifth Prince's concubine chimed in, "Your Highness is absolutely right. They look more like a couple than anything else. Look at the Crown Prince, his gaze is fixed on the General as if he's a predator eyeing his prey." The more she observed them, the more certain she became.
The concubine of the Seventh Prince couldn't help but comment, "It seems he's found his long-lost treasure." She let out a loud laugh, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "What a sight."
Noble Consort Jewo Logan, mother of the Fifth Prince and consort to the King's cousin, added with a knowing smile, "Even if they are both men, they seem like a perfect match. Just look at their peerless looks, who could deny it?" Her voice carried a mix of admiration and something more complicated.
Jewo's feelings were far from simple. Once, she had been certain that she would become the queen, being the King's closest confidante and the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. She had imagined a future by his side, but everything had changed when the Queen took her place. Though her heart had once soared with hope, it had all come crashing down after the announcement of Grip's marriage. She had thought that perhaps, as his consort, she could find happiness, but after his first marriage, he never took another wife.
She had tried to smile as she watched his family flourish, but the resentment lingered, especially now, as she saw the resemblance of the Crown Prince to Grip. That bitterness swelled in her chest, a longing to tear apart what she could never have. But she held it all in, forcing herself to laugh along with the others, her smile thin. Without her son, she thought, her life would have little meaning. She sighed quietly, but only for herself.
The concubine of the Third Prince chuckled as she said, "Still, it's quite strange. The Crown Prince having a male Crown Princess, especially someone like the General. Can you even imagine it? A cold, stoic general as Crown Princess? I can hardly wrap my mind around it."
Aaron felt a flicker of discontent at her words. What was wrong with him being the Crown Princess? Was there some law that said he couldn't stand by Stephen's side? Though the ladies' remarks were clearly meant to provoke, Aaron couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. His face, however, remained perfectly composed, betraying none of his feelings.
The women laughed carelessly, knowing full well that the absence of the king and queen created an opportunity to speak their minds. They knew Stephan too well to expect any sort of outburst from him, after all, he was the benevolent god of their nation, too calm and composed to take offense. The words floated through the air, heard by everyone, including Stephan and Aaron.
Stephan, surprisingly, felt a sense of dissatisfaction. He had hoped for more, but the laughter had died down too soon. Glancing at Aaron, he noticed the same icy demeanor as always, and a thought flickered through his mind. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, a playful glint in his eyes. The look didn't escape Aaron's notice, but he simply chose to ignore it, his gaze fixed ahead, anticipating the play.
The other princes overheard the conversation, but none of them intervened. It was clear that even if they did, it wouldn't change anything now. The words had been spoken, and there was no taking them back. However, Minister Allen couldn't hide his anger at his wife's behavior, his frustration evident. The other princes exchanged glances with their younger cousin and Daniel, each of them processing the situation in their own way, but none of them spoke out loud. Soon enough, their attention was diverted, for Stephan, usually composed, was now frowning, casting angry glares, and even smirking at times. The mix of emotions was so unpredictable, it left everyone wondering about his next move.
Meanwhile, Aaron stood at the side, calm and composed as always, his expression as serene as a statue. The other princes couldn't fathom how he managed to remain so unaffected by the situation.
Stephan then subtly signaled to the eunuch, his voice smooth as he said, "Please, bring the noble consorts and concubines to this prince." He smiled, though his eyes were icy, and added with a playful tone, "Ah, my bad, my bad for being too lenient with them. But don't worry, I'll handle this soon enough." His eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, as if he were thoroughly entertained by the unfolding drama.
Aaron didn't flinch or intervene in the conversation. Whether or not they were truly dating, the open nature of their discussion was inappropriate. Such talk could tarnish the Crown Prince's noble reputation. After all, he was the future monarch, and the citizens must respect his authority and his rules. To maintain his position, he had to remain above reproach. The people, too, played a part in deciding who would rule. While there was nothing inherently wrong with having a male Crown Princess, it was different when the man was the General of the powerful Shenoy army. To openly question such matters was disrespectful to both the Crown Prince and his future role.
The eunuch, young and well-mannered, nodded immediately in understanding. He swiftly moved to the ladies' side and announced, "Your Highnesses, His Royal Crown Prince has summoned you. Please follow me."
As he led them away, the eunuch couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He knew the women had deliberately spoken loud enough for all to hear, intending to cast doubt on the Crown Prince's character. Even a small scandal could serve their purposes later. Yet they had underestimated the prince's tolerance and misjudged his reputation for benevolence. It was their greatest mistake.
The ladies silently cursed inwardly, wondering what the Crown Prince could possibly do to them, but their faces betrayed none of their thoughts. They smiled sweetly and followed the eunuch, drawing the attention of the surrounding nobles. Some whispered quietly to one another, while most remained hushed, as though a shadow had fallen over the room. To those unaware, it might have seemed like a trivial matter, but the officials understood, this Crown Prince was no benevolent god, as the public believed.
John Allen, disturbed by his mother's actions, watched the interaction between Stephan and Aaron. A flare of jealousy burned within him as he observed how easily Aaron seemed to capture the Crown Prince's attention. How could Aaron deserve such favor? he thought bitterly.
As John simmered with frustration, Aaron remained unfazed, his expression as cold as ever. He noticed John's agitation and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, though his face showed nothing. To him, the petty gossip and schemes were of no consequence. He was with Stephan, as he had planned, and nothing else mattered. His thoughts were far from the drama unfolding in the hall, his mind was focused on the looming threat of the Jenal crisis and the coming war. How could he waste time on idle gossip? Such matters were beneath him. He knew that Stephan would handle them with wisdom, as always.
Stephan completely ignored John, distancing himself without a second glance, leaving Daniel's first wish unimportant. The second wish, to die with dignity and honor, seemed almost tragic to Aaron. He couldn't help but sigh at the thought. How unfortunate it was that Daniel had to plan his death. It was a bitter truth, one that Aaron wished he could simply ignore, but it lingered nonetheless.
Suddenly, the soft sound of light footsteps broke his reverie. Four beautiful ladies appeared before him. The wife of Minister Allen carried herself with an air of calm grace, while the noble consort and the others were dressed in exquisite, refined clothing. Their elegance was undeniable. Aaron couldn't help but admire their poise as they moved through the garden, the beauty of the day and the surrounding flowers enhancing their enchantment.
Aaron sighed inwardly. His gaze shifted to the man beside him. Stephan stood there, exuding a presence that was both majestic and powerful. How could he possibly describe him? Words failed him, and he sighed again, lost in thought. Yet, despite the beauty surrounding them, no one else seemed to care about it in that moment.
Stephan smiled, slowly rising to his feet, his gaze locking with each of the ladies in turn. His golden robe fluttered in the wind, enhancing his regal presence and making him appear even more majestic than before. He spoke with a calm yet piercing tone, "What does the noble consort think of us?" The air around them grew tense, and those nearby could feel the weight of his words pressing on their backs.
Consort Jewo Logan, however, was unfazed. She huffed coldly, "Your Royal Highness, what are you implying? This consort does not understand your words." She made no effort to show respect to Stephan, and her boldness left others in quiet disbelief.
Stephan's smile widened, and his demeanor softened, but his eyes remained sharp and calculating. "How can a noble consort be so unaware of her surroundings?" he asked, his voice tinged with a playful edge. "If you're having trouble understanding, perhaps we should invite some officials to clarify."
He then turned toward Mrs. Allen, tilting his head slightly. "What do you think, Mrs. Allen?" he inquired, stepping aside. His eyes, though gentle in appearance, held a coldness that made those nearby shudder. The atmosphere in the room shifted, growing heavier with each passing second.
This banquet had been carefully arranged for a serious discussion between the Crown Prince and officials, but the women's casual words had abruptly derailed it. A quiet resentment bubbled up among the onlookers, who couldn't help but think, What use are people like this, who only chatter aimlessly without understanding the significance of the moment?
Mrs. Allen, her smile straining with effort, managed to say, "This humble one simply meant that the Crown Prince and General have peerless looks and are perfectly matched. No one could deny it." Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she forced the words out. Now she felt some threatening pressure.
Stephan nodded thoughtfully. "Mrs. Allen, you certainly have a sharp eye. The General and I are best friends. If we're not a perfect match, then who would be?" He smiled lightly, his gaze sharp as he added, "If there ever comes a time when we are together, I'll be sure to come to you for your blessing." His words caught the consort off guard, choking her into silence.
Stephan could see right through her. He knew exactly what she had been thinking. How bold of her to try and meddle in his affairs, to set him up with someone else. He couldn't fathom why Minister Allen would marry such a foolish woman. He glanced at the Right Minister, who quickly looked away, pretending not to notice the meaning behind Stephan's gaze. Stephan cursed him silently in his mind, frustrated at his lack of support. Despite his annoyance, though, he felt a strange sense of relief. If not for Daniel, he mused, he might have already dealt with one of these troublesome people.
Stephan felt a growing sense of dissatisfaction earlier, as the conversation had been too vague. But now, hearing the same words again, an electric thrill crept through him. He found himself warming to the idea. If Daniel could be his Crown Princess, he wouldn't have to worry about anything. It would all fall into place. His thoughts became consumed with the notion, and the others around him noticed his deep contemplation. They were ready to step in, fearing the consequences. After all, the kingdom only had one heir, and if that heir turned out to be a "cut sleeve," what would become of Shenoy's future?
Aaron, watching him seriously consider it, was momentarily stunned. He felt uncertain of how to proceed. He couldn't intervene directly, nor could he stop Stephan's thoughts. But he knew he had to act quickly before anyone else could.
Finally, he called out, "Your Highness, don't."
Stephan snapped out of his reverie and saw Aaron shaking his head in gentle denial. The others, relieved to see the conversation stall, began to calm down. Yet, Stephan still seemed unsettled. He turned to ask the others the same question, but no one dared to answer.
Consort Jewo Logan was the first to lose her patience, her teeth clenched in frustration. "Your Royal Highness," she said sharply, "as Crown Prince, you should not threaten others so blatantly."
Stephan lost his previous smile and coldly glanced at Consort Jewo, "Isn't it a crime to talk about Crown Prince so blatantly punishable to demise? I hope as the people staying in the capital and having lived more than me you all should know about this. I never did violent actions before, but it doesn't mean I don't know anything about punishment. As the only prince of this country, I have every right to give punishment to anyone guilty."
The Fifth Prince who was turned green due to bitterness and anger towards his mother stood abruptly for an apology and next came up the Right minister. "Cousin Brother, please don't take their words to heart. My mother was muddle-headed. I would take full responsibility for the punishment, please be merciful."
"Please, forgive my wife's misbehavior. This will not happen again," said Right Minister who was looking elsewhere a moment ago. He knows his wife is a fool, but he still loves her. He cannot just let her die.
Soon, the Third and Seventh Princes also offered their apologies, but Stephan seemed to ignore them completely. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he silently mocked the Right Minister. Instead, he turned his attention back to the others, his voice low and teasing. "So, what do you all think of us? A couple?" he asked with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"My noble aunt seems to think we look quite good together," he continued, glancing at Aaron, who was calmly sipping his tea. Aaron appeared lost in his own world, unaffected by the spectacle unfolding around him.
Stephan's grin widened as he looked at Aaron. "General and Crown Prince... how perfectly matched we are," he teased, his tone playful. "What do you think, my dear?" His words carried a subtle expectation, hoping for a particular response.
Aaron met Stephan's gaze, his expression neutral but his heart unexpectedly racing. He took a moment to steady himself, then shook his head to clear his thoughts. "We're not here to discuss this, are we?" he replied coolly, his voice steady.
Stephan couldn't help but smile as Aaron, despite the teasing, didn't outright reject him, nor did he show any displeasure at the words spoken. To those watching, it left them with an air of uncertainty. Did the General perhaps not deny it because he didn't want to upset the Crown Prince, or was there some truth to the idea that they were a perfect match?
Stephan's gaze swept over the group as he addressed everyone with a cool smile. "Yes, indeed. We are not here to discuss such matters," he said smoothly. "As you all have heard, I think you understand my point. I do not wish to hear such talk again in the future. Even if we were a couple, it is no concern of others." His last words were laced with a knowing look aimed directly at Daniel, his interest unmistakable.
Turning to the older ladies, Stephan spoke respectfully. "Consort Aunt and Princes, you are elders I deeply respect, and I understand your concern for my well-being. Please, rest assured that I will never act disrespectfully towards my elders." He paused, his voice growing more authoritative. "However, as the Crown Prince, this matter cannot simply be overlooked. It requires an official judgment. Minister, cousin, I trust you will ensure a fair punishment."
With a final glance at the group, Stephan added with an air of finality, "Luck doesn't follow everyone everywhere. Now, you may all disperse."
The last sentence, directed at the consorts, was a bold move, and one that could have easily backfired. As the future monarch, Stephan's authority should never be taken lightly. Had Daniel not been present today, no one could say what might have happened. The nobles, watching with keen eyes, understood the reason behind Stephan's restraint, it was Daniel. The General's calm demeanor and steady presence were clearly the source of Stephan's composure, preventing any drastic actions from being taken.
The nobles couldn't help but sigh, acknowledging the luck these ladies had. They were fortunate to escape with only a light punishment, thanks to the tempering influence of the ever-reserved General.