When Did You Start Thinking All the Princes Were Normal?

What Laila and I said was an old Imperial metaphor.

At balls or banquets, unmarried ladies or gentlemen without partners are compared to stars, with the night sky paired with those stars as their partner.

Swish.

Having accepted that traditional request to be partners, Laila slowly linked her arm through mine and cautiously pressed herself against me.

Squeeze.

Hmm, the pressure I can feel against my arm is considerable.

'Come to think of it.'

I had barely thought about it, since I had avoided the insane act of looking at the imperial princess's breasts.

This is...

Squeeze...