I was used to the bright lights, but it still bothered me. I could smell the familiar scent of wine that was usually served at such parties. Many women, dressed in long, shiny dresses, were present at the party, more beautiful than ever. Some nobles were dancing to classical music playing in the background. According to my mother’s order, if I couldn’t choose my future wife from among them tonight, she would choose a suitable wife for me from the imperial family. Is this my problem? They all say that I should be the future king of this kingdom but what if I don't want that? I can’t deny that there are many beautiful women at this party, trying to get my attention. But none of them can. Everything is really cold and lifeless. Isn't it strange? I don't even feel happy on my own birthday. I forced a smile. After all, this party was organized for me, but I wish my mother hadn't pressured me like that. I was brought out of my thoughts as suddenly someone nudged me. I turned my head to him and saw him, Guest. The youngest son of Duke Richardson who will be 25 this year. He cannot participate in palace affairs much due to his incurable illness and is treated under the supervision of a court doctor. So he has less minimal responsibilities than his older brothers, and that makes him look playful and energetic most of the time. But there's something about him that bothers me. This is my damn reason that I can't find a suitable wife. Damn it. It's because I'm obsessed with this man but I know as a crown prince of this land, this love is impossible and I know I have to keep it a secret.