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,"