In a dark chamber illuminated only by moonlight, Gavreal stood silently beside a tall window, staring at the night sky.
A faint smile rested on his face.
"Don't worry, Prince Jordan," he murmured softly. "Your beloved will remember everything eventually."
His grey eyes darkened slightly.
"But until then… you still have many dangers to protect her from."
Meanwhile, back in Grandcrest Palace, both the king and queen remained restless with worry.
They still had not received any direct news about their daughter.
"Are you certain she's safe?" Queen Chyera asked anxiously.
King Arnold nodded calmly.
"Yes." His voice remained steady. "I can feel it. She's unharmed."
The queen released a small sigh of relief.
Just then, a knock echoed through the chamber.
"Come in," the king ordered.
The doors opened, revealing Andrew, the king's trusted right-hand man.
He bowed respectfully before speaking.
"My king, I have gathered information regarding the princess."
King Arnold immediately straightened.
"Speak."
"According to our sources, Prince Dylan failed to capture Princess Chyna. However, her knight, Leon, was severely injured during the attack."
Queen Chyera placed a hand against her chest nervously.
"Who saved her?" the king asked sharply.
Andrew hesitated briefly before answering.
"The Crown Prince of Dacria."
Both royals froze.
"He arrived alongside the Black Shadow Troop."
"The Black Shadow Troop?" the queen repeated in shock. "But that's Dacria's most feared military unit. They serve only the crowned prince."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Andrew confirmed.
King Arnold remained silent for a moment before nodding.
"You may leave."
Andrew bowed once more before exiting the chamber.
The moment the doors closed, Queen Chyera turned toward her husband.
"So… it truly is the same prince who has secretly been protecting Chyna all this time?"
King Arnold nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"But why?" she asked softly.
The king sighed.
"That… I do not know."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders gently.
"But what matters most is that our daughter is safe."
The queen finally nodded in agreement before both retired for the night.
The following morning, Jordan woke earlier than usual.
Sleep had completely abandoned him.
Every time he closed his eyes, memories of Yna haunted him endlessly.
Unable to rest, he decided to take a walk through the mansion gardens.
But before long, his second-in-command, Jorge, approached him.
Jordan barely glanced at him.
"What is it, Jorge?" he asked tiredly.
"The message has been delivered to the king and queen of Grandcrest," Jorge reported. "They've been informed that Princess Chyna is safe."
Jordan nodded slightly.
"That's good."
His expression darkened afterward.
"Keep an eye on Prince Dylan."
Jorge bowed immediately.
"As you command."
After Jorge left, Jordan continued walking briefly before deciding to return inside.
He took a quick bath and headed toward the dining hall, intending to have breakfast with Chyna.
But the moment he entered the room, he stopped in surprise.
A young woman suddenly rushed toward him happily.
"Big brother!"
Jordan blinked.
"Myra?"
The girl immediately hugged him tightly.
"What are you doing here?" Jordan asked in shock. "And where's Caleb?"
"Relax!" Myra laughed. "I didn't run away this time. Caleb knows I'm here."
Jordan sighed in relief.
"I missed you," she added happily. "So I decided to visit."
Jordan smiled warmly before brushing a few strands of hair away from her face.
"You've gotten even prettier since the last time I saw you."
Myra's cheeks immediately turned red.
"And you've gotten more handsome."
Suddenly—
Ahem.
Both of them turned toward the staircase.
Standing there was Chyna.
She wore a beautiful sea-blue dress, while her dark hair had been tied neatly into a ponytail.
Jordan immediately noticed how stunning she looked beneath the morning sunlight.
Myra tilted her head curiously.
"Who's she?"
Before Jordan could answer, Chyna smiled politely and descended the stairs gracefully.
"Hello," she greeted warmly. "I'm Princess Chyna, crown princess of Grandcrest."
She stopped before them.
"And you are?"
Myra smiled sweetly.
"I'm Princess Myra, but you can call me Jody—"
"She's a relative," Jordan interrupted quickly.
Myra blinked in confusion before Jordan leaned slightly closer and whispered:
"Just play along."
Understanding flashed across her face immediately.
"Oh! Right." She smiled again at Chyna. "Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine," Chyna replied warmly. "Can I call you Jody?"
"Of course."
"Alright, girls," Jordan said quickly before the conversation could continue further. "Let's eat."
He led them toward the dining table.
Jordan instinctively pulled out a chair for Myra.
Unfortunately, Chyna misunderstood.
Thinking the gesture was meant for her, she smiled softly and moved toward the chair—
Only to pause awkwardly when Jordan spoke.
"Come on, Myra. Sit."
Myra sat gracefully while thanking him sweetly.
For a split second, disappointment flashed across Chyna's face.
Jordan noticed immediately.
Trying to hide her emotions, Chyna quietly sat beside Myra after Jordan pulled another chair out for her.
Then Jordan took his own seat and clapped twice.
Instantly, servants began bringing breakfast into the dining hall.