Perspiration dripped down the glowing forehead flustered from heat and warming sun, magnificently exquisite irises painted azure were wide open as the young lord of Prince's manor rested in the alleyway half hiding his face with the help of his beautifully carved fingers.

The only son of sadistic Prince Ragel felt so much hatred yet on the contrary to the emotion that he felt surging in his heart, the look on the face was of cold indifference.

His mother was on the deathbed while his birthgiver that he referred to as father, Prince Ragel captured young females to sate his lust. There was not a drop of clean water in the side of the manor that was granted to his mother- Diereze and a meal of two stale breads was given to her. A person whose health was significantly detoriating, this type of treatment proved to be worse than poison itself.

Looking at his own self that could only hide his food to feed his mother or sometimes steal like beggars swallowing his pride...Aeon wished that his mother was granted a peaceful death yet even that seemed to be far fetched.

"S-Soup?" He was the young duke, how dare a beggar offer him sympathy, he was going to heavily reprimand whoever dared to disrupt his thought when the young crimson laced man looked up from his sitting posture to see a meek young child no older than eleven seasons putting forward his pouch and a cup of hot soup that was in a silver bowl none the less.

Aeon did not reject the offer neither accepting it straightforwardly, only those blue pools intensely staring at the golden molten irises that glimmered in sun rays. A sacred white cloth covered the young lord infront of him head to toe, the fabric looked to be simple yet when one had the interest to look closely, it was indeed the silk that imperial family bought with hundreds of gold coins for a bolt.

"This one.....this one seeks an apology for being intrusive...its just when I looked at the lord, I found you immersed in pain. This one cannot lessen your agony nor heal your wounds yet would just tell you to hold on a little longer, whatever it maybe the goddess shall make you come out of it with grace and more strength."

Large palms grasped the pouch that seemed to be sewn with translucent fabric showing a glance of some copper coins in it along with the silver bowl that seemed to remind him of the little kindness that was left in the world.

"What season have you seen this year little bun?" The young lord blushed before pointing a finger in anger.

"I-I am no bun! You are a bun! Your entire clan is a bun!!" Aeon did not fathom what came over him and yet he laughed heartily as if a new life source was breathed into his soul making the white clad male look at him in a daze before frowning gently.

Followed by the outrage of the small bunny like creature, a meek 'ten seasons' was sprinkled from those lips.

"What is the respectable bun doing in such a dangerous place as this?" In reality this was no place a person as sweet and shy as he was.

"Was searching for a bolt of south silk fabric of sequia green colour with tiny butterflies." Aeon who was astonished for a moment had no words to answer when the boy answered as such.

"And why cannot the lord go to the respected shops in the capital-"

"This one did! Searched for the entire capital to find it yet the one having green did not produced the butterfly pattern, the one having butterflies did not possessed it in green and then there was one having both yet was too dark to look good on im- s-sister."

The boy babbled in joy as if finding a subject that he was super interested about making Aeon smile gently.

"If one shall know the lord's name.....one will get what you want." Long lashes curved down in deep thought, a moment passed and when those glittering eyes having a tinge of fear looked up, the person nodded his head before answering.

"Yialos.this one is called Yialos."

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"Father, this son seeks apology for my impudence but this one must warn you, do not meddle in Prince's affairs and simply follow his orders." Commander Seros had only seen Prince Azarios in a battle and never had an idea that the beast of Ambrose hid his severe and swift conspiracies deep beneath the cold exterior.

"Isn't he going to acquire the throne now? the reason of the prince guiding us ministers to promote Prince Baez's name for the Emperor position instead of his own brother crown prince Alexander......isn't it wishing to sow the seeds of disharmony."

"Father is wise, yet how can the situation be that simple?

Able men have withdrawn from the imperial court,

More than half of the imperial army has been wiped out by Prince Baez himself, Empress Daphne would be against making Prince Baez the emperor since no one in their right minds would have such a disastrous king of their land.

"This one saw Prince Baez taking General Bezus to the torture chambers, father must not forget that this General Bezus was the man who pushed master to be separated from his Imperial father and mother all those years ago.

The past is too wide to be remembered yet the present is too uncertain itself, even after these many eyes watching, none could stop master when he falsely framed another, if one is this ruthless now, then the family that brought disappointment to the general......how would the general have a heart to let go?