Ch. 176..180: The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride Chapter 176-180

Chapter 176: Don’t tempt me more

The next morning, Magnus awoke with a renewed sense of energy coursing through him. With a contented sigh, he stretched his arms and engaged in some light exercises before making his way leisurely toward the balcony. Stepping onto it, he was greeted by the soothing sound of Alora’s voice drifting up from the garden below.

As he peered down, Magnus spotted Alora busily planting new flowers, carefully selecting varieties that would flourish during the rainy season. Her laughter floated through the air, filling him with warmth and joy.

Despite the presence of other young ladies by her side, Magnus found his attention completely captivated by his wife, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

"How could she be so pretty?" Magnus murmured as he almost stopped breathing. He leisurely rested his arms on the balustrade, admiring Alora from the top.

Magnus smiled on his own, feeling delighted for no apparent reason.

After some time, he straightened up and ran his fingers through his hair. "I must have gone crazy. I should freshen up before she comes upstairs to scold me."

As he entered the room, he first freshened up and then came out to take his clothes from the cupboard. "What should I wear?" He mumbled. Usually, Tobias would pick his daily outfits, so he would not have to bother about his appearance at all. But now, he was confused between the outfits.

"Which one looks good on me?" Magnus thought as he checked them in front of the mirror. Suddenly, the door opened and he sensed Alora’s presence.

"Love, tell me which one will look good on me?" Magnus asked, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"The right one," Alora responded, her attention still focused on the flowers. Then, she turned to Magnus with a furrowed brow. "Why hasn’t His Highness bathed yet?" she queried, her tone laced with concern. "Did he forget we have to leave for an important task shortly?" she scolded him gently.

"That’s your fault, Alora. I got busy admiring you," Magnus asserted with a playful grin, his love for her evident in his eyes.

"Eh?" Alora left bewildered by his remark.

"Don’t make the cute, innocent face. Your laughter reached my ears. Your beauty, your smile kept distracting me and that’s why I am late," Magnus said as she approached her with deliberate slow steps.

Alora took the second outfit from him and said, "That’s an excuse for your laziness, Your Highness." She then pushed him toward the washrooms and sternly instructed him to come out in the next fifteen minutes.

Before Magnus could speak further, she shut the door on his face.

"Am I that pretty or he just exaggerates?" Alora murmured and touched her cheeks while blushing.

Suddenly the door opened and his voice reached her ears, "Well, you are exceptionally beautiful."

"Magnus, you are–" Alora began, but her words were cut off as she turned on her heels. In an instant, Magnus pulled her inside and closed the door behind them. Her back pressed against the wall, one of his hands wrapped tightly around her lower back while the other rested beside her head.

"Magnus, leave me. What are you up to?" Alora struggled to free herself from his hold, her voice a mix of frustration and confusion.

Just then, a voice called from outside, momentarily breaking the tension between them.

"Alora, where are you? I told you to ask Prince Magnus what he would like to have in breakfast."

They both heard Rhea’s voice coming from the room.

Alora quickly pressed her hands over Magnus’s mouth, fearing he might call out and reveal her presence. His mischievous smirk only confirmed her suspicion.

"Hasn’t she come upstairs?" Rhea murmured outside, her voice fading as she left the room after a moment.

Alora kept her head toward the door, straining to hear if her mother was still nearby. Sensing her anxiety, Magnus gently lowered her hand from his mouth. As she glanced back at him, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, a tender gesture that brought a soft blush to her face.

"Let me go, Magnus. Don’t hold me here, and don’t be late for washing up. You can’t trouble me like a kid," Alora said, annoyance creeping into her voice at his childish actions.

"I’m 300 years old. How am I a kid?" Magnus retorted with a playful grin. "I won’t leave you. Let’s have a bath together. The hot water in the tub is inviting us," he proclaimed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I have already bathed," Alora said. "I will not talk to you if you hold me here for another minute," she stated sternly.

"Then, let’s remain locked here. When your family comes here searching for us, then you’ll have to answer their answers. I’ll act all innocent. I’ll tell them how you blackmailed me for not talking to me," Magnus remarked.

Alora couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.

"Magnus, what has gotten into you? Do you love troubling me?" Alora asked, her finger tracing a slow, teasing line over his chest.

"Not this, Alora," Magnus murmured, catching her hand and pinning it gently against the wall. He leaned down and kissed her lips, the intensity of his desire evident. "Don’t tempt me more," he whispered, his voice thick with the passion that had surged within him in an instant.

"For that, you need to let me go," Alora whispered against his lips, her breath hitching as she spoke.

Magnus’s fangs grazed the sensitive skin on her neck, his hot breath fanning across her flesh and sending shivers down her spine. She felt her resolve waver as the sensation stirred something deep within her.

"Magnus, we may get late. Brother Alaric is in distress, remember?" Alora finally spoke something, which caused Magnus to stop.

With a sigh, Magnus opened the door for her and gestured for her to leave. Alora smiled, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before darting out.

As the door shut, Magnus couldn’t help but smile. He rested his hand on his chest, feeling the warm flutters of his heart, a testament to the love and desire that filled him.

Chapter 177: Sacrifice yourself for Ember

Outside the Witch’s House:

"It’s my first time coming outside. Gladly, the rain has stopped," Lillian stated, glancing at her gloved hands. "Alora, hopefully, we get a positive result here," she asserted.

Magnus shot Lillian a sharp glare, silently urging her to keep quiet.

"I believe we will definitely get a positive outcome," Alora said, letting out a smile.

The witch, Dolores Kiseleva, felt the presence of the vampires and looked outside from the window of her room. She furrowed her brows together and went downstairs after the servant informed her about the vampires’ presence.

Izaak was the first one to step ahead to knock on the door when it opened on its own.

"What are the vampires doing at my door?" Dolores asked, her tone filled with disdain toward them. After the loss of her only daughter, she wanted their extinction completely.

Amidst those energies, she sensed the purest one and glanced in that direction. The blue eyes of Alora enchanted Dolores for a moment, making her feel strange with her aura.

"Will you not invite us inside, Dolores?" asked Izaak, bringing her attention back to him.

"The vampires aren’t welcome in my home," Dolores retorted, beginning to shut the door when Alora swiftly intervened.

"I’m a human, Lady Dolores," Alora stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Please spare us a minute to talk with you," she requested earnestly. "I am Alora Lukeson, the wife of Prince Magnus."

Dolores was a bit surprised to hear that name. And when Alora told her that she was Magnus’s wife, she got bewildered. Didn’t Alora use to wear a blindfold? How could she gaze into her eyes?

"Her eyes were wrongly interpreted by everyone. They are a protector for her," Magnus stated as he read her thoughts.

"We are here to talk about what happened with your daughter, Dolores. If you aren’t comfortable welcoming us inside, we welcome your decision. Just send a message when you’ll be ready to talk to us," Izaak briefly brought the matter to the light for which they all had come traveling a long distance.

"I don’t think I ever need to talk to the vampires. The truth is that I hate them from the bottom of my heart. So, please return, Your Highnesses," Dolores said, refusing to have any kind of conversation with them.

Both Magnus and Izaak with the way Dolores was speaking. They felt like showing her their might, but then they were here not to create any scene.

"It’s about a woman’s life, Lady Dolores," Alaric finally spoke up. "I understand what happened with your daughter was an unforgivable act. However, if Caden dies not only a wife will turn into a widow but the kids will become fatherless," he stated with pleading eyes.

"Yes, Lady Dolores. Please give us a chance to explain ourselves," Alora opined.

"I don’t care, Prince Alaric, whether someone turns a widow or children grow up without a father. My daughter was the only precious person I had in my life. It’s ridiculous to see all the royal princes and princesses coming here to save one of their own, neglecting the sorrow of a mother," Dolores harshly remarked.

Magnus felt a surge of irritation and glanced at Izaak and Lillian, who seemed to share his thoughts. They all considered leaving, realizing that their presence might be more of a provocation than a comfort to Dolores.

The door was shut the next second, leaving Alora and Alaric feeling both upset and frustrated.

"We should leave. Such disrespect from a witch makes me angry," Magnus muttered, his voice tight with irritation. He reached for Alora’s hand, ready to lead her back to the carriage.

"Wait," Alora said, gently pulling her hand free and stepping back to the door. She knocked firmly, determined not to let the conversation end like this.

"Are you serious, Alora? Did you not see how we are humiliated?" Lillian scolded her.

"Lady Dolores, please talk to me once. Just once. You are a mother and you understand well how important a parent is for a child. Please don’t do this," Alora requested while speaking loudly.

"Alora, don’t waste your energy. We should go back," Magnus insisted.

"We can’t leave now. I’m sorry, but we need to make Lady Dolores believe we will bring her justice as well," Alora replied resolutely.

"Alora, you never acted so stubbornly," Magnus stated. He didn’t wish to hurt her by dragging her away.

Alora again turned to the door and kept speaking to Dolores, who was on the other side of the door.

"Lady Dolores, what’s the fault of the kids in this or the wife, who is watching her husband dying slowly? Please don’t be heartless. Let’s find a way to bring true justice," Alora stated.

Alaric, for a moment, thought that he should take the curse on him. Magnus was quick to read his mind and furrowed his brows together. He couldn’t believe Alaric was so crazy for Ember that he could even die for her.

"You won’t do that," Magnus said, looking at Alaric.

The others looked at the two brothers, wondering why Magnus said that to Alaric. The sky thundered ready for another impending rain shower.

I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for Ember. Keep that in mind," Magnus asserted firmly.

"We all are leaving. It’s my order," Izaak finally intervened. "Alora, you too. If you don’t listen to me, I have to order a punishment for you," he proclaimed and pivoted to go ahead.

Lillian followed her brother while Magnus told Alora and Alaric not to be adamant about something, which couldn’t be resolved.

"Let’s go," Alaric said, casting a determined glance at Alora before leading the way.

"I thought Lady Dolores would understand, being a woman," Alora murmured softly.

"She’s in an aggrieved state. Let’s not press her to converse with us when she has already refused," Magnus explained gently to his wife. Alora lowered her head, exhaling heavily, before turning back with Magnus towards the carriage they arrived in.

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Chapter 178: Learned to move on

Alora had her head resting on the window of the carriage. During the entire journey to her home, she didn’t utter a single word with Magnus. She didn’t blame Dolores for giving them a chance, but the situation was too complex, which would put any person in a dilemma.

As she entered the room with Magnus, Alora spoke up, "Brother Alaric gave words to Ember that he would help her. What will happen now? Also, I think Brother Alaric will always remain in regret if Mrs. Ember dies," she said and turned around to look at Magnus with a worried glance.

"Brother Alaric has turned into a fooled lover. Instead of making Ember understand, he promised her to find a solution. Dolores will never give the remedy for that curse," Magnus stated. He looked confident as if he already knew what was in Dolores’ mind.

Alora’s heart sank to hear that. "I understand Lady Dolores. As a mother, it’s tough for her to forgive Mr. Caden, who accidentally killed her daughter," she murmured and went to the nearest chair to sit on it.

"It wasn’t our place to intervene. For the sake of Alaric, we did. Izaak wasn’t happy either with the way Dolores treated us. We are the royals after all," Magnus proclaimed. No one dared to disrespect them. Just because he was a witch, they had to stop themselves from giving a punishment to her.

He sat before her on the bed. Taking off the scarf from his neck along with the broach, he gazed at Alora. "Not everything can be forgiven and not everyone can be saved. There’s a thin line between life and death, Alora. If Ember has such a fate, then she has to accept it," he asserted.

Alora hummed and lowered her head. "Sadly, she and her kids have to suffer," she murmured.

"Yes. You can say that’s the fate of theirs," Magnus stated.

"I hope Brother Alaric doesn’t remain in a guilt trap," Alora opined with a disturbed gaze.

Magnus had no idea how to make Alaric understand. The last time they talked made him realize that Alaric was still in deep love with Ember. He was unable to take off the thought that Alaric might do something that he was not supposed to do.

"Alora, I’ve to go to the palace," Magnus rose to his feet as he informed her.

Alora didn’t ask him the reason since she felt Magnus would want to talk to Alaric.

"Sure."

"I’ll speak to you after I return. Have your meals and have fun with your family," Magnus said as he cradled her neck and softly kissed her before leaving the room.

~~~~~

Izaak frowned as he scolded Alaric for having such a thought of sacrificing his life for a random woman.

Alaric remained seated on the sofa chair, speaking nothing. He was just staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

"Will you answer me, Alaric?" Izaak demanded as he tightened his fists, bringing his brother’s gaze to him finally.

"What should I say?" Alaric questioned. "Have my feelings ever mattered? I’ve always been questioned about them. I don’t know why I am like this. Ember left me for good, thinking she would have a stress-free life, not bound by any political duty. However, now, she will be in stress all her life," he affirmed.

Izaak rubbed the top of his left eyebrow. "Because you’ve given a heart to a woman, who never cared about it. Alaric, even though I fell in love, I learned to move on. Why can’t you do this?" He furrowed his brows together. Izaak had seen glimpses of everyone’s future around him, but for Alaric he never saw anything the same case as Alora.

"Brother, I don’t know why I can never forget her. Perhaps in my heart, in my mind, she was my wife. I know you all are worried about me. And I’m sorry for concerning you all," he whispered, lowering his head in disappointment.

"What do you wish to do now?" Izaak questioned. "Don’t be a fool in love. How could you carry such emotional behavior being a vampire?" He muttered.

"What if I meet Gloria, the Head Witch?" Alaric suggested, a glint appearing in his eyes as he got this idea out of the blue.

"Just for Ember you are ready to go to any lengths, Brother Alaric," Magnus’s voice reverberated in the room. The two glanced at him, confused by his sudden visit.

"I was simply worried for Brother Alaric," Magnus clarified before the two of them asked him. He sat on the third sofa chair with one leg above the other.

"Gloria won’t agree to spare a vampire, who killed a daughter from the witches’ clan. Brother Alaric knows well how it can lead to some disturbing consequences in the future. The witches may expect the same for us or they may want us to return the favor to them," Magnus asserted, giving his insight to his both brothers on the matter. "Not to mention, even Gloria doesn’t have a likeness toward us," he reminded them.

Izaak agreed with his words.

"Ember needs to understand that sometimes what is written will happen at any cost. We aren’t supposed to stop anyone’s death. It’s against the law of nature. Moreover, Ember belongs to a well-to-do noble family. Don’t you think she has tried negotiating with Dolores?"

"Did you read Dolores’s mind?" Izaak inquired curiously.

"Yes. Ember went to see her along with her father-in-law. Dolores didn’t tell us about it. She won’t budge from her decision. She believes that if one makes a mistake or commits a crime, the entire family must suffer the consequences. Ember and her children have to bear the repercussions of Caden’s actions," Magnus affirmed with a serious gaze.

Alaric understood what Magnus meant. Indeed, he couldn’t stop anyone’s death. He made the efforts toward it, but nothing could be done. He just hoped Ember would live with this fact. Still, he felt he should once visit Dolores and beg her forgiveness.

Chapter 179: Willing to marry Miss Scarlet

After Alaric departed, Izaak turned to Magnus, seeking his opinion on whether they should monitor their second brother more closely. "At this point, he’s lost all sense of discernment, willing to forsake right for wrong just for Ember," Izaak remarked.

Magnus nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think we should."

Izaak then glanced at Zerah, who was standing quietly in the room. "Fetch Jasper," he commanded. At Magnus’s subtle nod, the maidservant began pouring glasses of wine for the two princes.

As Zerah left, Izaak returned his gaze to Magnus. "I thought you would not be bothered about this matter," he remarked.

"Why does Brother Izaak think that I will neglect to see our brother, Alaric, suffer? I do get worried for him," Magnus answered, bringing the cup close to his mouth.

"So, you two are here!" King Esmond’s voice reached their ears and the two immediately left their seats to see their father after setting the wine cups on the table.

The two bowed to their father, who stepped toward them and finally took a pause.

"I heard you all have gone outside to see a witch," King Esmond said and sat down first. He already had instructed the valet to bring Alaric into the room. His forearms rested on the handrests of the sofa chair as he put his right leg above the left one.

Gesturing to his sons, he asked the maidservant to pour a drink for him as well.

"Father seems to know everything about his kids these days," Magnus commented.

"It has become necessary," King Esmond answered and grabbed the cup. "When I was reported about my kids’ outing, I felt it would be for some enjoyment until I realized it was to meet a witch called Dolores. What has been cooking here?" He gazed at the two of them with skepticism.

"Greetings to Father," Alaric entered the room.

"Hmm. Take a seat, Alaric," King Esmond said and took a sip of wine.

As Alaric sat down, he felt their father already knew the matter.

"Alaric, will you answer me? Why did my all kids go to meet Dolores?" King Esmond inquired. Although he already knew the matter, he wanted to hear from his son.

Alaric briefly explained why they had to meet Dolores, clasping his hands together anxiously, wondering if he would be scolded.

"Isn’t Ember the same woman you once desired to marry?" King Esmond asked, his brows knitting together.

"Yes, Father," Alaric replied. "I apologize for disturbing everyone," he added earnestly.

"Why did you promise another man’s wife that you would save her husband’s life?" King Esmond’s voice turned menacing.

"Father, Alaric wanted to help as a friend to her. They used to be friends in the past," Izaak said, not wanting his brother to be scolded.

"Izaak, I’ve not asked you. Let your brother answer," King Esmond asserted.

"Father, I think Caden should be given a chance to live. It was an accident. He had no intention to kill Lady Dolores’s daughter," Alaric explained.

"Hmm." King Esmond tapped his fingers of the left hand on the handrest while with the right one he kept a hold on the cup.

"I will give the cure," he pronounced.

Alaric along with Magnus and Izaak were shocked to hear their father.

"Really, Father?" Alaric asked.

Magnus read their father’s mind but remained quiet.

"Yes, I am the King," Esmond affirmed and the valet took the cup from him. "However, my son has to do something for me."

Alaric readily agreed to do anything his father wanted. King Esmond was quite stunned to see how desperate was Alaric to save Ember’s husband.

"Brother Alaric shall listen once before agreeing," Magnus suggested.

"As long as Caden can be saved, I’m willing to do anything," Alaric stated, ignoring what Magnus said. Izaak felt their father would demand something big from Alaric.

"You’ve to marry the woman I will select for you," King Esmond pronounced.

The smile on Alaric’s face disappeared and he gulped.

"Father, I-I think..." His words trailed off as didn’t know what to say more.

"Why? Don’t you want Ember to live happily with her husband and kids?" King Esmond never wanted to blackmail his own son, but it was for his future and betterment. "I heard Caden may die anytime within this week," he added. King Esmond was determined to bring happiness to his second son and for that, he had to force a marriage on him.

Magnus and Izaak exchanged glances with each other because this was the first time their father forced one of them into marriage. It was unlike him.

"Who do I have to marry, Father?" Alaric inquired.

"Scarlet Lannister," King Esmond replied.

"Father must be jesting," Izaak said.

"Does this conversation look non-serious?" King Esmond questioned.

Izaak promptly apologized for his remark. "But Miss Scarlet... I mean she was once chosen for Magnus. Won’t it be inappropriate to make her marry Alaric?" he raised the doubt.

"Miss Lannister is no longer into Magnus. From the beginning, your mother and I thought Scarlet should become the daughter-in-law of this family," King Esmond stated with a tiny smile. He returned his gaze to Alaric, "So, what do you think about this?"

"If Father can save Caden, then I’m willing to marry Miss Scarlet," Alaric said, delivering his decision to his father.

King Esmond was delighted to hear that. "That’s wonderful. You took a nice decision, Son," he praised Alaric for not refusing such an offer.

"As long as Father can save Ember’s husband I’m willing to do anything. Marrying isn’t a hassle for me," Alaric proclaimed. Though internally he wasn’t happy, but this was the only way to fulfill his promise to Ember.

"Peter, send a message to Head Witch Gloria. I would like to see her," King Esmond ordered the valet. "And also ask Dolores to be in the palace shortly along with Ember’s family," he added.

"Yes, Your Majesty," said Valet Peter and immediately followed the King’s order.

"Thank you, Father, for helping me," Alaric said with a warm smile. He realized a heavy weight was lifted from his chest and he felt lighter.

 

Chapter 180: My pure thoughts

Alaric left the room, leaving Magnus and Izaak behind. He wished to be alone for some time.

"Alaric is indeed a fool. He agreed to marry Scarlet when he doesn’t even like her. His mind is filled with Ember. Father never forced any of us for the marriage, but to Alaric he gave such an offer, which he couldn’t refuse," Izaak complained, letting out his frustration. He picked up the wine cup and chugged it down in an instant.

"Because Brother Alaric will never forget Ember if he stays unmarried. Father found it the best opportunity to bring Alaric out of one-sided love," Magnus shared his father’s thoughts with Izaak.

"Love isn’t forced," Izaak said.

"I know. But Brother Alaric needs a force marriage according to Father. If he can live happily, then I have no problem. Ember never even liked our brother as a friend that came to him with such a request," Magnus said, feeling angry. "She was aware that Brother Alaric would sacrifice himself for her happiness," he said with a frown on his forehead.

Izaak couldn’t agree less to his statement. "What if there was no way? Alaric would have taken that curse on him. And I am sure he would not even have regretted about it," he murmured.

"That’s how Brother Alaric is," Magnus remarked, "A good-hearted vampire."

"Which is hard to find," Izaak stated.

"Yes." Magnus finished the wine and set the cup on the table before him. "I am relieved that Brother Alaric will stay safe now. I shall take my leave now. Alora must be waiting for me." He rose to his feet and pivoted on his boots.

"I have to tell you something," Izaak pronounced.

Magnus slightly turned to glance at him. "What is it?" His curiosity piqued.

"Do you remember the human who hid behind me in that slave market?" Izaak asked.

"Hmm. Why? What happened?" Magnus was puzzled seeing Izaak was talking about a human.

"I think she holds my fate," Izaak affirmed. "I saw a vision of her and me," he added.

Magnus ended up smiling. "That’s great, Brother! I hope you find your happiness too." In these past two months, their differences with each other had ended too thanks to Alora.

"Won’t you ask me what I’ve seen? Or did you already read those thoughts in my mind?" Izaak inquired.

"I didn’t read your mind. I only do that in some special circumstances, Brother Izaak," Magnus stated. "And I’m not truly interested in knowing what you’ve seen. I feel that must be a joyful vision for you because you look happy sharing all this with me," he asserted.

"Yes, I do feel joyous. I have no idea why?" Izaak chuckled.

Magnus was unable to believe that Izaak wanted to approach a human. He was so against it once. Alora’s company and friendship had truly changed his brother.

"I want to be happy this time, Magnus. I hope what I saw and what I feel, won’t betray me this time," Izaak proclaimed with a hopeful gaze.

"Oh, you will." Magnus genuinely wanted Izaak to live happily with his other half.

"Thank you for listening to me," Izaak stated and told him he should leave.

Magnus hummed and left for his in-laws house.

~~~~~

Elliot approached his sisters, who were nestled on the swing, with an air of excitement evident in his demeanor. "My dear sisters, I have a splendid news to share," he announced, drawing their attention.

"Has fortune smiled upon you with a promotion?" Venus inquired eagerly, her eyes alight with anticipation.

Elliot chuckled softly and shook his head, prolonging the suspense. "Not quite," he replied with a playful grin.

"Then, what is this delightful news you bring?" she pressed with excitement.

With a joy, Elliot produced a small, ornate envelope from his pocket, holding it aloft for their inspection. "Behold," he declared, "this tiny envelope holds the key to my joy."

"Don’t keep us in suspense." Venus rose and walked to him to take that envelope. However, Elliot quickly retreated back, not wanting to give it to Venus.

"Please be patient," Elliot said.

Venus crossed her arms across her chest. "Sister Alora, look at our brother. He is enjoying seeing our building anticipation," she complained.

"Elliot, just tell us. Don’t keep the mystery for too long," Alora stared this time.

"Your brother got a letter from a young lady," Elliot told them.

"Is that a love letter?" Venus inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes," Elliot confirmed. "When I returned to my desk after lunch, I found it sitting there. She mentioned wanting to approach me at the masquerade ball, but the unexpected commotion prevented her. She says she fell for me at first sight!" His face lit up with a delighted smile.

"Wow! Our brother has caught the eye of a lady," Alora exclaimed, her excitement evident. "That’s wonderful news. So, did she ask you out? Do you know where you’ll take her?"

"She said we should meet tomorrow at the park, which is only open for the nobles," Elliot replied.

"Oh. She chose a crowded place," Venus said. "Well, you need to dress nicely for your meet with this lady. What’s her name?" she then asked.

"Regina Campbell," Elliot replied. "She is the daughter of Royal Inspector as far as I know," he asserted.

"Mother will be thrilled to hear about this," Venus said, clasping her hands together with excitement.

"But nothing is confirmed yet," Elliot cautioned. "This is my first time receiving a love letter, and I don’t even know if Regina will actually like me. After all, it will be our first meeting," he added, his nervousness evident.

"Everything will go smoothly, Elliot. You only need to show what you are truly. Everything that comes from the heart matters a lot," Alora advised her younger brother. She stood up and walked to him, continuing further, "What you truly feel, you need to convey that."

"Is that how Sister Alora win Prince Magnus’s heart?" Venus asked with a smile.

"I think so. He liked my pure thoughts," Alora replied, smiling at her siblings.