The day was as cloudy as the eyes of Prince Amon, who looked at Naran's gray sky with deep bitterness. As soon as he leaned over the window and noticed the significant number of nobles dressed in red, perfectly lined up in the palace's courtyard asking for the princess's release, that image made his heart uneasy.
Even though he managed to prove, even with forged evidence, Mei Yang's criminal mind, the nobles cried out for his return. His bastard blood was as repulsive to these men as the possibility of being ruled by an assassin.
Even though he had been used to being rejected by the people for as long as he can remember, when he walked the streets of Naran and everyone accused him of wanting the throne when he didn't even know what a crown meant, seeing that scene outside saddened him de
