After dinner, I suddenly remembered something.
"Your Highness, you mentioned earlier that you prepared a surprise for me. What is it?" I asked Prince Louis, who was sitting across from me at the dining table.
"Well, I was just about to tell you," Louis wiped his mouth with a napkin, then stood up and flashed a charming smile at me. "Come with me, Claire."
He extended his hand towards me, and the silver wolf-head ring glimmered under the light.
I stared at his palm, as if enchanted, and instinctively offered my hand to him.
His hand was rough, large, and warm, almost completely enveloping my delicate fingers. The second we touched, my fingertips were slightly scorched, but Prince Louis immediately grabbed my hand firmly in his own.
Seeing this, Alfred raised an eyebrow. He and the oth
