The private dinner

As I approached the private estate belonging to the royal family, I noticed several of Rose's bodyguards conducting surveillance around the premises. Upon seeing me and Paul, they unsheathed their swords and circled us like hungry hawks.

My bodyguards did not accompany me, yet I was aware that the security details assigned by the palace to keep me safe from afar were nearby, discreetly disguised.

How dare you draw out your sword against the crown prince when you are in his territory?

Paul let out a fierce bark as he unsheathed his sword, which displayed the golden emblem of the royal house, causing the guards to widen their eyes in fear.

Pardon them for not recognizing the crown prince of Zaza, Rose pleaded, emerging from the shadows, making her guards back off and bow their heads slightly.

In a bid to protect me, they overstepped their boundaries and pointed their swords at the crown prince, which is punishable by death. Please overlook their behavior for my sake.

Rose added as she curtseyed to me.

Clad in a blue gown with a golden sash around her waist. Rose looked like a princess on a mission with her blond hair cascading down her shoulders. And indeed she was, she was on a mission to seal her relationship with me by any means possible.

Paul looked at me, and I nodded for him to sheath his sword.

Until now, I have maintained a low profile to protect myself from threats and assassination attempts, resulting in few people having seen my face or portrait. The fact that I was wearing a mask only heightened the suspicion of your guards regarding my intentions.

I will overlook this incident as your guards were doing their duty.

I announced.

Thank you for your mercy.

Rose stated as she approached me.

It is dark, and we are also in a private estate owned by the royal family. Why then do you wear a mask, Prince Brock?

Rose asked, baffled.

It has been two years since she last saw him, and all she wanted to do at this moment was caress his smooth face while locking lips with him. This thought brought a smile to her face and filled her heart with great joy.

Here, I brought you a mask as well, which I ordered from the finest craftsman. Brock stated as he brought out the Gold Décor Masquerade Mask and offered it to the Rose.

There is a garden mask party just a short walk away. I thought you might appreciate a little fun before we have dinner and discuss your purpose of being here.

Hahaha! What other reason could I have besides offering my support for the incredible work you have been doing for the hospital and, of course, to see your lovely face?

Rose asked with a giggle.

I love the design of the mask and the fact that you still remember the color I love.

Rose purred in delight as she admired the intricate design of the mask. However, deep down, she felt a twinge of disappointment with the unexpected arrangement, as it complicated her plans to drug him.

Shall we?

Brock asked as he stretched forth his hand like a true gentleman.

Rose beamed as she linked her hands around his elbow while he guided them to the open garden, just beyond a quaint little bridge where the celebration was taking place. In the distance, the enchanting strains of an orchestra performing a beautiful piece reached her ears. She felt a surge of joy, delighted by the surprise.

Soon she will be married to him and have him all to herself, along with all the power and treasures of Zaza. She will be known as Queen Rose Bethmot Zaza, ruler of all the kingdoms. She thought with a grin on her face.

Brock escorted her to a more private room so that she could get a clear view of the orchestra. With a wave of his hand, he called a waiter over, and they made their order.

I am still angry that you did not do the press conference with me, but I will let it pass since you are apologizing with this date, which is much better and beautiful.

Rose leaned over his shoulders and whispered seductively.

Brock smiled from the corner of his lips. I should be the one asking, Rose, what brings you here? Brock inquired, settling back into his chair and gazing at Rose intently, as if he could read her true intentions.

We are engaged, Brock. Is it wrong for me to visit my future husband? She replied, skillfully sidestepping the question.

We are engaged, Brock. Is it wrong for me to visit my future husband?

She replied, skillfully sidestepping the question.

Very well then, I will let you in on a little secret.

I could see the excitement in her eyes at my word; she leaned forward and entwined her fingers to support her chin in anticipation of the secret.

I purchased a quaint house along with a piece of farmland in a province of a different kingdom. I intend to settle there as a farmer once I retire from my position as the director of Glamour Psychiatrist Hospital.

I whispered.

Her eyes widened and her nose wrinkled, signaling to me that she was not happy with the news.

What? How can a royal prince, heir to the Zaza throne and empire, have such scathing thoughts? Do you expect me to relinquish my royal privileges and marry a commoner living in the countryside? I was born to rule from childhood.

She howled.

Brock calmly looked at her and said.

Indeed, I understand that this might not be an easy decision for you, yet I believe we can find joy in the simple pleasures of life. Our children will have the opportunity to experience life just like any other child; even if we do not have much, we can still embrace happiness.

Hahaha, how amusing! Why would anyone turn down the throne for such a humble existence? The common folk are supposed to worship us and fulfill our wishes, not for us to lower ourselves to their level.

Rose said, her lips pressed together in anger.