Maybe Lilith would think he was better than this gigolo.
Only—he didn't realize that the moment he dared to oppose Princess Lilith, a subtle shift had already taken place.
Her gaze, once amiable, had turned into something far more chilling, her eyes as cold and merciless as the heart of winter itself.
The entourage, waiting silently beside her, and even Lucien could feel her shift from miles away.
Only this fool, still fixated on Lucien, failed to realize what mistake he had made.
"Is that so? Then you better do your job seriously."
The shift in mood was subtle and fast, as Lilith suddenly smiled like a flower, encouraging Boros with a light laugh.
"Yes, Your Majesty. It is my duty to protect you from any harm. His Majesty will kill me if I let anything happen to you."
Boros thought the Third Princess understood his effort and hurriedly, reassuringly patted his giant chest.
Then, turning serious, he looked at Lucien as if ready to respond if he did anything untoward.
