Davian had been taking a stroll thinking of playing with Kai and Sol when he passed by the drawing room and noticed Kai was inside. When he peeked in he saw not only Kai but Roan, Enora, Lyall and Remi all gathered there.

"Oh, what are you all doing here together?" He asked.

They all whipped around looking at him as if they were caught redhanded while committing some crime.

Davian became curious and asked, "Is it some prank or something? Can I join?"

Enora and Remi sighed while Roan shook his head. Kai opened his mouth as if to say something but then he looked down, Lyall noticed it.

"Young Master Kai, why don’t we return now? It’s about time for you to visit Fairisles mansion for today’s lesson." Lyall said and Kai nodded.

Davian blinked looking at Kai, "Wait, you have lessons? I thought we could go out in town today."

Kai gave him a smile trying to hide his sadness which swirled in his eyes instead and said, "Maybe some other day, Davian."

Davian watched him leave and then looked at the three.

Enora cleared her throat and said, "I should also go and make preparations of the dinner."

Remi and Roan glanced at each other before Roan sighed taking the letter from Remi’s hand and handing it to Davian.

"Here you go, Your Highness. A letter came for you from the royal palace." Roan said.

"M-Mr Roan!" Remi hissed pinching his side.

"Yeowch!" Roan grunted loudly and Davian watched them amused before taking the torn envelope.

"We’re sorry, Your Highness. The envelope was-"

"Oh, it’s fine. Did you all read it?" Davian asked before he fished the letter out completely unbothered.

Remi looked flabbergasted while Roan simply nursed his throbbing side.

Davian read the first few lines before he crumpled the letter and handed it to Remi with a smile.

"Please burn it away. And also, send these gifts back." He said and Roan burst out laughing.

"What?" Remi asked and Roan patted his shoulder.

"I told you, didn’t I? Prince Davian isn’t going to entertain that Princess at all!" Roan guffawed.

Remi took the crumpled letter and Davian asked, "Where’s Master and Sol?"

"Ah, they’re napping in the office." Roan said and Davian nodded.

"Then, Mr Roan, are you free? Let’s have a spar."

Roan flinched, "Ah, not now, I have some work I need to finish before Master wakes up."

"Then, Remi-"

Davian turned to him and Roan’s eyes widened. He grasped Remi’s hand, "I need his help so, he won’t do either. We’ll see you later, Your Highness!"

Roan dragged Remi away leaving Davian alone.

After turning a corner, Roan came to a stop and Remi gave him a stern look.

"So, what’s this important work?" He asked.

"Weren’t you going to go prepare Master’s dinner?" Roan said and Remi rolled his eyes.

"So you purposely lied to drag me away. Do you even realise he’s the future Grand Duke, Mr Roan?" Remi chided and Roan released an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, I know. But I also know that sparring with you is a bad idea. Absolutely bad idea!" Roan said making Remi frown, offended.

"I’m not that weak, Mr Roan. If you’ve forgotten, I’ve defeated you in our last spar!" Remi pointed out and Roan ran a hand over his face.

"Yes, you knocked me down, I get it!" Roan said.

"Exactly, and I can take you down again!"

"That’s precisely why. Don’t spar with anyone, ever."

Remi had a hard time understanding and Roan was simply trying to not let his red face be shown as he recalled being straddled by Remi and how they were too close. After that he had tried to push away those thoughts but different kinds of fantasies had suddenly taken root on his mind and even after a lot of efforts he couldn’t drive away those lewd dreams or fantasies from his mind.

"Why is that? And why should I listen to you?!" Remi demanded placing his hands over his hips.

Roan looked down at him and sighed, "Fine do whatever you want."

Remi frowned and then watched as Roan didn’t continue and simply turned and walked away instead.

"What’s wrong with him these days?" Remi muttered before he shook his head and then made his way to the kitchen.

Davian, who had been standing a few feet away behind the pillar, barely contained his laughter and excitement as he pieced together what was happening. He had caught onto Roan’s words and their hidden meaning without even needing to see his face.

"Well now," he murmured with a smirk curling at his lips, "that’s interesting."

Already thinking of a dozen ways to tease Roan—and perhaps drop a few hints to Ocean later—Davian turned on his heel and made his way toward Ocean’s office, eager to share his newfound discovery.

He pushed the door open with his usual ease, only to be met by silence. The only sound that greeted him was the soft, steady rhythm of two people breathing.

That’s when it struck him—Roan had told him earlier that Ocean and Sol were asleep.

Davian winced, mentally cursing himself for forgetting, and was just about to retreat quietly when a faint groan stopped him in his tracks. He turned back, curiosity tugging at him, and his gaze fell on the couch.

Ocean lay on his back, Sol resting atop him, the marquis’s coat draped loosely over the two of them. For a moment, Davian froze, caught off guard by the tender sight. Ocean’s arm was wrapped protectively around Sol, and Sol, for once, looked utterly at peace—his usual guardedness replaced by the serenity of a sleeping child.

A faint, involuntary smile softened Davian’s features. He stepped closer, moving quietly until he stood beside the couch. When Ocean groaned again, Davian tilted his head, wondering if Sol’s weight was making him uncomfortable. He reached out, intending to move Sol gently—but Ocean’s arm tightened around him instead, pulling Sol closer as if warding off even the thought of separation.

Davian sighed softly, crouching beside them. In the quiet glow of the afternoon light, Ocean’s face looked calm, almost divine—his sharp features softened by sleep, his usual air of command replaced by a rare, fragile stillness.

"Even asleep, you don’t let your guard down, huh..." Davian whispered with a small, amused smile.

Davian sighed again and crouched near Ocean’s sleeping face. Even in slumber, he looked breathtaking — ethereal, almost angelic — the kind of beauty that didn’t seem to belong to the mortal world. The soft light filtering through the curtains played gently over his features, catching in his blue lashes, tracing the curve of his cheekbone, and resting on the calm line of his lips.

Without realizing it, Davian reached out, brushing back the loose strands of hair that had fallen over Ocean’s forehead. But the next moment nearly stopped his heart — Ocean’s fingers closed around his wrist, firm and unyielding even in sleep.

Davian froze, breath caught somewhere in his chest. Ocean’s other arm remained draped protectively around Sol, his touch still gentle despite the strength in his grip. Davian tried to ease his hand free, but it was useless. He gave up after a few attempts, sitting back cross-legged on the floor, his gaze drawn helplessly to the two sleeping figures.

A quiet sigh escaped him — though he wasn’t sure if it was out of defeat or something else entirely.

Then Ocean stirred. His brows knit faintly, his lashes fluttered, and those ocean-blue eyes slowly opened — drowsy, half-lidded, but vivid enough to steal the air from Davian’s lungs. The faint slit of his pupils glimmered under the dim light, more dragon than human in that fleeting instant.

Davian opened his mouth to stammer out an excuse, but the words never came. Ocean smiled — a soft, disarming smile that held none of his usual composure. There was warmth in it, something gentle and unguarded, and Davian felt an unfamiliar tremor pass through him.

"It’s Davian," Ocean murmured, his voice low, velvety — as if sleep had softened it. His hand tugged slightly, resting Davian’s wrist against his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Davian’s heart thudded painfully loud in his chest.

"Are you here to stalk again?" Ocean teased, his voice barely above a whisper.

Davian blinked, stunned, his mind blank. "Stalk who—?" he began, but Ocean only let out a sleepy chuckle.

"Our silly... silly Davian," he murmured, the faintest smile curving his lips before his eyes fluttered closed again.

Davian didn’t move. For a moment, he just sat there, his pulse refusing to steady, watching the rise and fall of Ocean’s breathing — the picture of serene divinity wrapped in silk and sunlight. And though he didn’t understand why, a strange warmth lingered in his chest long after.

He moved his fingers and they poked against something smooth and hard. He felt the slight friction between his aura and mana for a split second. Davian blinked, unsure if his eyes were deceiving him.

The faint afternoon light filtered through the drapes, falling upon Ocean’s face—soft, serene, and strangely familiar. For a brief moment, the strands of blue seemed to pale into white, and the gentle curve of Ocean’s lips became Reina’s smile. He rubbed his eyes, blaming the play of light or his own weary mind, but the vision lingered stubbornly. His heart stirred uneasily, torn between disbelief and a sense of déjà vu that he couldn’t name.

He glanced away, trying to steady his thoughts, yet his gaze kept returning to Ocean’s face. There was something magnetic—something that quieted every sound in the room except the faint rhythm of his heartbeat. It wasn’t just beauty; it was the kind of presence that drew one in, unspoken and dangerous, like the sea at dusk—calm above, yet holding unknown depths below.

Was it his imagination or something? Why was he seeing Reina and Ocean’s faces alike before him?