AVELINE I stand in the ballroom, surrounded by the chatter of nobles and the soft melodies of the ochestra. My gaze wandered across the crowd, only to meet a pair of familiar crimson eyes. Xavier. Our eyes locked, and I couldn't help but smile. He gave me a small nod, his expression warm and reassuring.

Before I could think of a way to approach him, a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Lady Aveline," a smooth, almost practiced tone greeted me.

I turned to see a young man with striking red hair, dressed impeccably in a navy suit adorned with silver accents. He bowed with fluorish before taking my hand and pressing a light kiss on the back of it.

"Kevin Ashbourne," he introduced himself, his smile exuding confidence.

Ah, Kevin Ashbourne. The name was all too familiar. The Ashbourne family had long-standing ties with the Thornes, and I had heard enough stories about their one and only son. I kept my expression neutral, though inwardly, I couldn't help but wonder why he had approached me.

"It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Lady Aveline," he said, his tone far too sweet. "You look absolutely stunning tonight. That dress suits you perfectly, though I must say, your beauty outshines even the diamonds."

"Thank you, Lord Ashbourne," I replied politely, though his overt flattery felt insincere.

Without waiting for a response, Kevin launched into a monologue about himself. He boasted about his family's wealth, his recent travels, and his aspirations in court. I nodded occasionally, struggling to follow the rapid flow of his words. The more he spoke, the more it became clear that his favourite topic is himself.

As I silently contemplated an escape, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"Lady Aveline," Xavier said, his calm and steady tone immediately drawing my attention.

I turned to see him standing beside me, his dark green royal attire making him look every bit the crown prince he is. He inclined his head slightly toward Kevin, his eyes cool but polite.

"Lord Ashbourne," he acknowledged briefly before turning to me. "Lady Aveline, I was hoping youd accompany me for a walk. The gardens are quite lovely under the moonlight."

Kevin opened his mouth to object but Xavier poised presence left little room for argument. With forced smile, Kevin stepped back. "Of course, Your Highness. I wouldn't dream of keeping Lady Aveline from such an invitation."

Xavier extended his arm to me, and I accepted it without hesitation.

As we walk toward the doors leading to the gardens, I glance up at him, "Thank you," I said softly.

"For what?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"For saving me from that conversation," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips.

Xavier chuckled. "It looked like you needed rescuing. Kevin Ashbourne is... persistent."

"That's one way to describe him," I said, shaking my head. —————— KEVIN ASHBOURNE Gosh, how cute is she? Aveline. Truly captivating. It's such a pity I couldn't get her to agree to a dance. Watching her smile at the crown prince as he led her away—ah, that lucky fellow.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Lady Emilia striding toward me, her expression sharp and probing.

"Lord Ashbourne," she began curtly, "why did the crown prince take her away?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Perhaps because the crown prince likes her? It wouldn't be surprising. Your sister is quite...enchanting."

Emilia's face twisted with indignation. "Don't call her that!" she snapped. "And don't associate her with me. She's not my sister. Half-sister or otherwise." Her voice dripped with disdain, her cheeks flushed with irritation.

I raised an eyebrow, suppressing a chuckle. "My apologies, Lady Emilia. I didn't realize the subject stirred such... passion." I tilts my head slightly. "Although, if I may say, your dress is exquisite tonight. The emerald green perfectly complements your striking appearance. A combination worthy of capturing anyone's attention."

Her fiery expression softened at my words.

"Do you truly think so, Lord Ashbourne?" she murmured, brushing an invisible strand of hair away from her cheek.

"Absolutely," I said smoothly, taking her hand with calculated grace. I leaned down and kissed it gently. "A vision of elegance, Lady Emilia."

—————— XAVIER The cool night air greets us as I led Aveline to the castle garden. The faint glow of lanterns illuminated the path, and the scent of fresh blooms lingered in the air.

"So," I begin, breaking the comfortable silence, "how have you been , Aveline?"

She smiles softly. "Quite well, actually. I've been working on a few things. Recently, I successfully managed a trade negotiation for the estate—it was nerve-wracking but rewarding."

Her eyes sparkles with excitement as she recounted her achievement. "That's impressive," I said. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

"And you?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "How's your preparation as the crown prince?"

"It's been intense," I admitted with a small laugh. "My days are filled with lessons on governance, diplomacy, military strategy. But it's all worth it. Father has high expectations."

Aveline nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I'm sure you'll meet them. You've always been determined."

As we continued walking, I couldn't resist asking, "And how is the Duke? He seems to care for you deeply."

Her face softened at the mention of him. "He's doing well, though he's busier than usual. The estate has been bustling with preparations."

"Preparations?" I raised an eyebrow.

Aveline's tone grow serious. "Yes. The North has been facing increasing threats. More powerful demons and monsters have been appearing near the walls. The Duke's army is preparing for battle, and I've been helping where I can. It's been hectic, but necessary."

The thought of her being so close to danger made my chest tighten. "Aveline... please be careful. I wish you nothing but safety."

She gave me a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Xavier. I'll do my best."

Before we realized it, the clock tower chimed ten, its echo carrying through the garden. Aveline stopped in her tracks. "It's late. I should meet the Duke at the carriage."

"I'll escort you," I offered.

When we reached the front courtyard, the Duke stood by the carriage, I approached and greeted him with a respectful bow. "Your Grace."

The Duke gave a small nod and asked, "How are you, Xavier?"

"I'm well, Your Grace. Thank you," I replied.

He offered a brief but warm smile before helping Aveline into the carriage. "It's been a long night. We must depart."

"I understand," I said, stepping back. "I wish you both a safe journey."

The Duke nodded in acknowledgment, and Aveline gave me a small wave as the carriage began to move. I watched until it disappeared into the night.