Kian growled low in his throat at her response, and with a swiftness that surprised even him, he tore her gown down the front, exposing her to the cool air of the room. Her pale skin was covered in gooseflesh almost instantly, and it only served to heighten Kian's desire for her. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her naked body before him, and his eyes drifted down between her legs once more.

"Come here,"

Kian's command was soft, but it held an edge that left no room for doubt. He watched as Luna obeyed without hesitation, moving closer until she stood before him, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. His gaze traveled up and down her body again, taking in the sight of her pale skin against his darker complexion.

With one swift motion, Kian pulled her onto the bed, their bodies colliding in a cloud of crimson silk as the remnants of her gown floated to the floor.

The rest of the dance passed in a blur of movement and conversation. Kian found himself revealing more about himself to Luna, telling her stories from his past and sharing his hopes and dreams for their future together. In return, she listened intently, asking thoughtful questions that showed genuine interest in who he was as a person.

As the dance came to an end, Kian couldn't help but feel a sense of longing well up inside him. He wanted nothing more than to spend every moment with her from now on. "

Luna stepped back, bowing slightly as their hands parted. "Your Highness," she said formally, "it was a pleasure dancing with you." Her voice was calm and collected once more, but there was something else lingering in the air between them that spoke of deeper emotions.

Kian smiled warmly at her. "The pleasure was all mine, Luna." He reached out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin as he did so.

Kian excused himself from the throne room and made his way over to the balcony where Mizore was standing. She didn't seem to notice him at first, lost in thought as she gazed out into the night. He cleared his throat gently, trying not to startle her. "Pardon me," he said softly, "I couldn't help but notice you earlier. You are... quite different from any other lady I've met before." His voice was smooth and confident, betraying none of the turmoil within him.

Mizore turned her head slightly, her white hair falling across her delicate features as she looked up at him. There was a hint of surprise in her dark eyes, but there was also curiosity and perhaps even a touch of wariness. "Thank you, Your Highness," she said politely, inclining her head. Kian felt his heart race as he studied her face. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. But it wasn't just her appearance that caught his attention; there was something more to her... something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Kian's breath caught in his throat as he saw Satoshi approach, dressed in a stunning black romper with a sheer navy blue fabric that made it appear like a dress. The effect was nothing short of breathtaking, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him at the sight. "You look absolutely beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion as he stepped forward to take Satoshi's hand.

Kian returned the bow, his expression grateful and sincere. "Thank you," he said softly, leading Satoshi deeper into the gardens. As they walked, they chatted amiably about various topics, getting to know each other better. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the sound of rustling leaves as they made their way to a secluded clearing where Kian had set up a picnic blanket and spread out a lavish feast.

"I hope you find this to your liking,"