Wonderful Person

Next thing I knew, I found myself alone in the garden, stunned into silence. So, that was the crown prince? Why was his influence wavering against Prince Bernand? Why were they even playing faction wars? Surely, he could simply break Bernand in half and claim full authority after the king passes.

It appeared to me that Lady Rosina and Prince Raphael were quite close. Close enough for him to take her hand so gently, resting it on his arm as he escorted her away. The way he looked at her, however, spoke volumes—he regarded her as if she were the most wonderful person in his life.

I blinked, mulling over the implications of this newfound information. What importance did it hold in the impending death by meteorite?

Deciding to return to the banquet, I observed the gathering. Though there was dancing, the attendees had already formed into cliques, leaving me without a group to join. Unluckily for me, I was ousted by the ladies with desserts for last names.

Ala Mode. I scoffed. That's a ridiculous last name. The author was clearly having fun with names.

Wait a moment. Hadn't I read in the webnovel that this was the time where Lady Rosina was seen dancing with a masked suitor?

As if confirming my suspicion, I glanced over to the dancefloor and spotted Rosina, gracefully twirling with her masked suitor. It was none other than the crown prince himself. How could nobody recognize him? It was evident, especially considering the physique of the man. He literally could break his brother.

"I see you're alone," I turned to see a gentleman in an ornate white jacquard that matched his hair. "How did you get in here?"

It took me a moment to realize it was him. Since meeting him, I've seen other people with the same color as him. But I could smell his magic wafting in my direction. Lilies.

"I have my means," I smirked. I liked playing the coy maid who had entrapped the attention of a womanizing nobleman. It relaxed me, playing pretend instead of worrying over a meteorite. "I was hoping to meet you."

"So, you've seen me in your dreams as well?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

I tilted my head back as I chuckled. "You wish."

"They say a sorcerer's wishes are always granted," he suggestively said.

I quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yes," he leaned closer, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. I couldn't help but be flustered. Thankfully, I was wearing my mask, so he couldn't really tell, right? "I…" he began to whisper warmly, "I've been wishing for many things involving you."

What a womanizer! I gently pushed him away as I slowly walked down the hallway, leading to a more secluded balcony. I turned to him over my shoulder, a playful glint in my eye. "Well? Are you coming?"

Watching him nearly tumble over himself while trying to hold back a huge smile was amusing.

A mischievous thought crossed my mind. Perhaps I did this on purpose. Maybe I had a horrible personality in my past life to tease him this much. Yes, he did send buckets full of letters.

But I always replied.