Rhett emerged from the room tour, still dazed by the explanations he had received. It felt like a dream. This ducal house was the legacy his mother had left him, in a way. He no longer had to worry about how to survive for the rest of his life. Even with the stigma of being an illegitimate child, this was incomparable to his days as a commoner.

Rhett began to walk through the garden, the pride of the Innovart estate. It was a garden rumored to be more beautiful than even the Imperial grounds. He was thinking about how surreal it felt to be walking here when he realized he had lost his way. There were no servants in sight to ask for directions. Before he knew it, the flowers grew sparse, and the scent of a lush forest began to swallow the floral fragrance. He had no way of knowing that he had stumbled into Guest's private sanctuary, a place where even the servants were forbidden to enter.

He spotted Guest asleep in a hammock. Rhett was rendered speechless. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming. They were so beautiful they seemed inhuman; he felt as if he had accidentally stepped into the realm of fairies. He was drawn closer by a primal, instinctive pull. Just as he leaned in so close their noses almost touched, Guest's eyelids fluttered. Their hazy eyes found focus and looked straight at Rhett. While Rhett stood frozen, Guest spoke.