At the question, Hassan's aura wavered slightly.
He always maintain his expressionless face—but Kaelion wished he would show just a bit more emotion.
It would be far more interesting that way.
Hassan lowered his head respectfully, his sharp features softening with what seemed like subtle distress.
"Not at all, Your Highness. It's normal for someone like you to be admired by both men and women."
"Oh? So I'm popular, am I?"
"Of course," Hassan answered—though his expression remained grim.
There was a subtle melancholy in his face, a shadowed elegance that made his features all the more alluring.
Kaelion stepped closer and stared up at him.
Hassan who is slightly taller, turned his face away, clearly flustered.
That hint of embarrassment—it was very charming.
"You look displeased. Is it inconvenient for you that I'm popular?"
"That's not the case," Hassan murmured.
"Then why do you look like that?"
Hassan struggled to raise his eyes.
